Mother,
Thy Head stretches high whereto the gods cannot soar. Thy feet reach the underworlds and go beyond Thy middle-an infinitesimal portion of it – is in front of my eyes : at least that is what I believe, if not fully realise. Evidently my genuflection can neither reach Thy Head, nor Thy Feet, nor even the Visible Middle, unless Thou makest reaching it Thy business to reach it; but most assuredly Thou makest reaching it Thy every business. A great wonder if my half – hearted Prayer should move at least Thy visible Middle that is in front of my eyes : but it does move Thee in Thy Entirety into purposeful action that is both fear – dispelling and munificent. A greater wonder is why I should pray with such an apparently studied indifference in the face of the many invaluable benefits received. But the greatest wonder is that in contradistinction, Thou shouldst cover me incessantly with Thy Affectionate Gaze from all corners. However, as yet, it has not dawned on me, that Thy Love is totally uncaused and unconditional.
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