When a man enters a dark room he is not sure of his movements, he cannot see objects around him, or properly locate them, and is liable to hurt himself by coming into sudden contact with them. But let a light be introduced, and immediately all confusion disappears. Every object is seen, and there is no danger of being hurt. To the majority, life is such a dark room, and their frequent hurts-their disappointments, perplexities, sorrows and pains-are caused by sudden contact with principles which they do not see, and are therefore not prepared to deal with. But when the light of wisdom is introduced into the darkened understanding, confusion vanishes, difficulties are dissolved, all things are seen in their true place and proportion, and henceforth the man walks open-eyed and unhurt, in the clear light of wise comprehension.
- The Light That Leads to Perfect Peace
- Light on Facts and Hypotheses
- Light on Cause and Effect in Human Life
- Light on Values: Spiritual and Material
- Light on the Sense of Proportion
- Light on Adherence to Principle
- Light on the Sacrifice of the Self
- Light on the Management of the Mind
- Light on Self-Control
- Light on Acts and Their Consequences
- Light on the Way of Wisdom
- Light on Disposition
- Light on Individual Liberty
- Light on the Blessing and Dignity of Work
- Light on Good Manners and Refinement
- Light on Diversities of Creeds
- Light on Law and Miracle
- Light on War and Peace
- Light on the Brotherhood of Man
- Light on Life's Sorrows
- Light on Life's Changes
- Light on the Truth of Transitoriness
- The Light That Never Goes Out
I, Truth, am thy Redeemer, come to Me;
Lay down thy sin and pain and wild unrest;
And I will calm thy spirit's stormy sea,
Pouring the oil of peace upon thy breast:
Friendless and love-lo, I abide with thee.
Defeated and deserted, cast away,
What refuge hast thou? Whither canst thou fly?
Upon my changeless breast thy burdens lay;
I am thy certain refuge, even I:
All things are passing; I alone can stay.
Lo I, the Great Forsaken, am the Friend
Of the forsaken; I, whom man despise,
The Weak, the helpless, and despised defend;
I gladden aching hearts and weeping eyes;
Rest thou in Me, I am thy sorrow's end.
Lover, friends and wealth, pleasure and fame-
These fail and change, and pass into decay;
I blame thee not, nor turn my face away:
In My calm bosom hide thy sin and shame.