• Swami Purnananda

Jan 3, 2021 || Daily Thought & Prayer

Updated: Apr 10


Icy cold sharp bites the skin

Wrap up well from head to chin

Invited in for hands to thaw

Make strangers warmer than before

Condemning none go on your way

Spread loving odor where you stay

If you cannot stretch the helping hand

Palms folded bless “may goodness land”

Judge not each day from harvested

But by the seeds that you planted

The future belongs to who believed

In the beauty of their dreams received


O Lord proximity to you warms me to the core. Yet, you are ever close like the welcoming fire that warms in winter. Grant that I may always gain warmth and comfort by practicing Thy presence until it is effortless. May I always spread this warmth to others, leaving them happier than before.

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