"As in Adam all die,"
Converted Paul to men of Corinth
Long ago did write;
So was I dead—
Dead to the beauties of the sky
The trees, the birds.
To me man was mortal,
Limited, mistaken, ill,
A twisted twig blown by the winds
Of Adam's dream.
Then came the change—
In gentle quietude.
"So in Christ shall all be made alive."
A vision new—
The birds' songs sweeter, the skies more blue!
The very winds brought cooling drafts
Which once before had chilled.
And man, no longer erring mortal concept,
But God's reflection,
Became to me a brother, loving good;
And I became to him,
Because belief had changed to understanding,
His brother.
And then began that wondrous journey
From sense to Soul, the journey that is
tireless,
And ends within the kingdom.
