O great creator of Being; of galaxies:
You who transcend our limited understanding;
Ensure that the gleaming beams of truth fall across
Our small joys as well as our bitter dilemmas;
So that we can accept life's precariousness,
With the sacred assurance that all will be well.
From the cradle to the grave, let compassion reign.
Although our hearts and souls are often distracted,
Fleeting darkness shall not eclipse the sovereign Light.
The eternal design outlasts shadow kingdoms.
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