The Wings of Detachment

May my spirit be a sacrifice to the wrongs Thou didst suffer, and my soul be a ransom for the adversities Thou didst sustain. In every aspect of life, purity and holiness, cleanliness and refinement, exalt the human condition and the further development of man’s inner reality. Awaken me and make me conscious. Cause me to be detached from all else save Thee. O Lord, brighten thou my face with the lights of Thy bestowals. I am a captive. Rid me of my bondage by the power of Thy might and through the force of Thy will, that I may soar on the wings of detachment toward the loftiest summit of thy creation. I implore Thee by Thy most great name, through which Thou didst stir up Thy servants and build up Thy cities, to assist thy people to turn in the direction of Thy manifold bounties. Thou seest O my Lord, Thy suppliant waiting at the door of Thy bounty. Do thou ordain for me, O my Lord, every good thing thou didst send down in Thy book, and suffer me not to be far removed from the shelter of thy mercy.