Dear Father-Mother,
open my eyes
to see that the love with which
You fill my heart is practical
and untiring.
In Your ever-present gentleness
and upholding approval,
wash away obstructing
what/will/they/think/of/me fears,
to let my thought-window be clean
for Your warmth to shine through.
Then,
puncture the bubble of high-flying,
transcendental words
that do nothing—
and enable me to see through the blind pride
of a glibly turned phrase;
until all self-concern
(pompous or cowering)
disappears,
in the full light of the vital living
of genuine Christian Science!
