When we can look and feel only love,
Not lust, or greed, or envy,
Or some other desire, not of the heart.
When every day is one crowded with thoughts of loved ones,
And of those unloved by us.
Separating ourselves from peace
When our deeds are done with a loving hand
A non-distracted mind,
And a heart full of understanding,
For those directing or receiving our work.
When all of these are together,
We are as one,
Resting in God’s arms.