in the midst of battle think of the chalice of service

                   great egret

       509.  We shall find it in the smile of the child when it is attracted to a sunbeam, we shall find it amidst all flights that carry us into the Infinite--the feeling of great service is unlimited; it must fill the heart which is forever inexhaustible.  The sacred tremor should not become the daily gruel; the best Teachings turned into soulless husks when the tremor left them.  Thus in the midst of battle think of the chalice of service and take an oath that the sacred tremor shall not leave you.        -Morya:  Heart 1932