May I reach that purest heaven, be to other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love,
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty;
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense;
So shall I join the choir invisible
Whose music is the gladness of the world.
We cannot change yesterday–that is clear,
Or begin on tomorrow until it is here;
So all that is left for you and for me
Is to make today as sweet as can be.
There is a serious responsibility in living. Christ commits something to us, something of His to each one of us, which we are set to guard, to keep, to use, to bring to its best, and at last to restore to Him, unharmed, unwasted. Jesus could say to His Father, as He came to the end of His life, referring to the lives entrusted to Him, “I guarded them, and not one of them perished, but the son of perdition.” When we come home at the close of our life we should be able to say to our Master: “All that Thou gavest me I have guarded and nothing has been lost our of my hands through any fault, neglect, or failure of mine.”
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