LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

Let what we wear serve as a shelter,

And not as a scarecrow,

May our mantle be simplicity,

And not a mask to hide the truth.

Let our clothes protect us from the cold,

But not be symbols of vanity,

For what matters is what’s inside,

The pure essence of our humility.

Dressing is caring for the body,

But without losing sight of the heart,

May the exterior reflect who we are,

Without illusion or ostentation.

Let what we wear be a refuge,

And never a cloak of empty pride,

For what truly shelters us

Is the warmth of a soul in communion.

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