November 21st

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My Soul reflects Thy Life and rejoices in the happy thought that it looks on Thee alone.
O Soul of mine, look out and up and on; and reflect to me the wondrous Life of the All Good.
  Look thou upon The One, and be saved.  
Behold thou His Face forevermore.

My Soul reflects Thy Life. 


As the Great Joy of Life comes into my Soul, flooding me with its wondrous light, all sorrow and sadness flee from me.  
I shall not grieve, for nothing is lost nor gone from me.
  My own cannot be kept from me.
  My own knows me and will follow me wherever I go.
  I am filled with the Joy of living and the Great Peace that comes to all who believe.

I am made glad forevermore.

Ok, the first thing I had to note is that my circumstance doesn't actually reflect the soul of the universe in the sense that I'm not a parent.  In that situation, there's actually quite a bit of sadness about what was lost.

And the whole 'my own' stuff is a bit lost on someone who doesn't really identify with possession of anything.

So far, it's kind of lame.

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