gray skies

Your mysterious Giving
O Lord, truly, Your grace is not from our work,
But from Your mysterious giving
Save us from what our own hands might do,
Lift the veil, but do not tear it.
Save us from the ego, its knife has reached our bones.
Who but You will break these chains?
Let us turn from ourselves to You
Who are nearer to us than ourselves.
Even this prayer is Your gift to us.
How else has a rose garden grown from these ashes?
MATHNAWI II, 2443-49

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