Not in the earthquake or the wind
Doth God, the Father, move and speak:
The utterance of perfect Mind
Comes in deep stillness to the meek
And humble heart, that does but seek
His perfect will and way to find.
From God proceeds all, and returns
To Him alone, reflected, free.
No taint defiles, no error burns
The heart that only Truth doth see;
And only blest his lot can be
Who to the perfect Giver turns.
Oh, not in doubt or selfish fear,
But in the utter trust which knows
That as a fount, unhindered, clear,
All good from Mind eternal flows;
In still, ecstatic vision glows
The sense of Spirit, ever here.
