Wisdom wiser than my wisdom,
Compassion fuller than mine,
Understanding beyond my comprehension,
These things I find when I look within myself.
They are within me, yet how can they be mine?
I am not like this.
Yet when I reflect, a voice that sounds like mine
Comforts and encourages me.
In language, thoughts and feelings that I recognise as my own,
Someone builds me up; lifts me beyond myself.
How can I transcend myself?
Am I God?
There is no-one else but me,
But when I look within
I seem to find another,
If not, at least another me.
That this other me might live, is my prayer.
Spiritual Devotion 