The prayer that reflects Me, is bound to see the true image.
Carry the loot of prayers back with you, when you re-enter
the world so that the transformation within can recognize,
at all times, its fake face, and slowly, My dears,
the world will fade and only the prayer will remain.
I live in the bliss of loving you - love Me once,
My dears, and you will live the bliss, too!
Let the tears shed, and wash the impure stains;
the stains of the tears, I will wipe.
Let the cry be loud so that every evil voice that dwells,
will shudder with your pain - the racking of the sobs,
I will silence with My presence - My presence,
My child, is your first vision of love.
from a divine source..
