Thy Will Is My Will

I said to the Unknown, “Thy will be done, not mine.”

Then it was as if the Unknown smiled and said, “But thy will is my will. This I tell to all that ask.”

It came to me then that the complete denial of self I had envisaged, was vanity. For that will considered all wills, and prompted each heart that offered itself, with a thought for others, seeing that the will of each, was to the better received by the world. In the end, the Unknown whispered to my heart, “Therefore, be considerate.”