There is no gift the Father asks of you but that you see in all creation but the shining glory of His gift to you.
Behold His Son, His perfect gift, in whom his Father shines forever, and to whom is all creation given as his own.
Because he has it is it given you, and where it lies in him behold your peace.
The quiet that surrounds you dwells in him, and from this quiet come the happy dreams in which your hands are joined in innocence.
These are not hands that grasp in dreams of pain. They hold no sword, for they have left their hold on every vain illusion of the world.
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