Kind, tired eyes from too much seeing ...
Worn, battered shoes from too much walking ...
Stained, tattered shirt from too much working ...
Gentle, calloused hands from too much holding ...
Open, humbled heart from too much knowing ...
You come to me
As one unknown,
Without a name,
As of old,
By the lakeside
As you came to those who did not know you.
You speak to me:
And set me to the tasks
Which you have to fulfill in my time.
I obey in my own simple way.
You reveal yourself
In the toils,
In the conflicts,
In the sufferings
Which I pass through
In your fellowship.
As an ineffable mystery,
In my own experience
I am learning who you are.
You tell me:
"This is what I think of you -
You will go forth from these walls,
But will live like a monk in the world."
"You will have many enemies,
But even your foes will love you.
Life will bring you many misfortunes,
But you will find your happiness in them,
And will bless life
And will make others bless it -
Which is what matters most.