The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Prose/A Message of Sympathy to a Friend
A MESSAGE OF SYMPATHY TO A FRIEND[1]
"Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither; the
Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
Thus said the old Jewish saint when suffering the greatest calamities that
could befall man, and he erred not. Herein lies the whole secret of
Existence. Waves may roll over the surface and tempest rage, but deep down
there is the stratum of infinite calmness, infinite peace, and infinite
bliss. "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." And why?
Because it is during these moments of visitations when the heart is wrung by
hands which never stop for the father's cries or the mother's wail, when
under the load of sorrow, dejection, and despair, the world seems to be cut
off from under our feet, and when the whole horizon seems to be nothing but
an impenetrable sheet of misery and utter despair — that the internal eyes
open, light flashes all of a sudden, the dream vanishes, and intuitively we
come face to face with the grandest mystery in nature — Existence. Yes, then
it is — when the load would be sufficient to sink a lot of frail vessels —
that the man of genius, of strength, the hero, sees that infinite, absolute,
ever-blissful Existence per se, that infinite being who is called and
worshipped under different names in different climes. Then it is, the
shackles that bind the soul down to this hole of misery break, as it were,
for a time, and unfettered it rises and rises until it reaches the throne of
the Lord, "Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest".
Cease not, brother, to send up petitions day and night, cease not to say day
and night — THY WILL BE DONE.
"Ours not to question why,
Ours but to do and die."
Blessed be Thy name, O Lord! And Thy will be done. Lord, we know that we are to submit; Lord, we know that it is the Mother's hand that is striking, and "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." There is. Father of Love, an agony at the heart which is fighting against that calm resignation which Thou teaches". Give us strength, O Thou who sawest Thy whole family destroyed before Thine eyes, with Thine hands crossed on Thy breast. Come, Lord, Thou Great Teacher, who has taught us that the soldier is only to obey and speak not. Come, Lord, come Arjuna's Charioteer, and teach me as Thou once taughtest him, that resignation in Thyself is the highest end and aim of this life, so that with those great ones of old, I may also firmly and resignedly cry, Om Shri Krishnârpanamastu.
May the Lord send you peace is the prayer day and night of —
Vivekananda.
- Notes
- ↑ Written from Bombay on 23rd May,1893 to D. R. Balaji Rao who just had a severe domestic affliction.