I Bid You…Farewell…

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I Bid You…Farewell…

(Written August 1st, 2014)

 

(1740.4) 156:5.17 The measure of the spiritual capacity of the evolving soul is your faith in truth and your love for man, but the measure of your human strength of character is your ability to resist the holding of grudges and your capacity to withstand brooding in the face of deep sorrow. Defeat is the true mirror in which you may honestly view your real self. 

–The Urantia Book – Paper 156 – The Sojourn at Tyre and Sidon

 

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There came that great point at the end of a dark time…
I wanted to face the man in the “mirror of mind…”
I was no longer afraid of what I may find…
so I looked into the mirror with growing light…


Discouraged by the discovery…I’m human…?
why did I writhe in pain to discover…new man…?
why did it take me so much time to understand…?
I allowed myself to be so disillusioned…


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I look back, now, to love the abused, creative child…
I love the untamed, young man, so bent on being wild…
I love mature, stable man, with himself reconciled…
and I love you, now, who has passed every trial…


And when that great day comes to break through the shell…
I will leave you, fond form, yes, you served me well…
in the meantime, each character flaw you dispel…
will hasten the moment…I bid you farewell…


I bid you farewell…
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(1740.5) 156:5.18 As you grow older in years and more experienced in the affairs of the kingdom, are you becoming more tactful in dealing with troublesome mortals and more tolerant in living with stubborn associates? Tact is the fulcrum of social leverage, and tolerance is the earmark of a great soul. If you possess these rare and charming gifts, as the days pass you will become more alert and expert in your worthy efforts to avoid all unnecessary social misunderstandings. Such wise souls are able to avoid much of the trouble which is certain to be the portion of all who suffer from lack of emotional adjustment, those who refuse to grow up, and those who refuse to grow old gracefully. 

–The Urantia Book – Paper 156 – The Sojourn at Tyre and Sidon

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