May I call you teacher?

I see that you love me, Faithful Monkey.
Come. Sit next to me.

I have seen you heal with illness.
Will you teach me your way?

Speak sweetly to your sorrows.

I have seen you light the way with darkness.
Will you teach me to do so?

Love does not end at the fall of night.

I would not stand illness.
I would not have darkness.

Would you deny the living moment?
Would even God dare to say,
This moment should not be?

You call it darkness. I call it Now.
You call it illness. I call it ripples
In the stream of Grace.

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Faithful Monkey learns that it is said truly that the
master may make use of anything. And he learns that
the present moment is always precious.