A STORM swept over the troubled thought
Of one who was sick, and filled with fear.
"There is something stronger than Life," it said,
"And that is coming, and very near."
But the storm passed by, and the sun came out.
He held to Life, and he found release.
"It never was true, dear God," he said,
"For I am Thy child, and I am at peace."
A storm swept over his troubled thought.
"You are lost in a mist," it seemed to say.
"So how can you know where Truth directs?
You might be mistaken, and lose your way."
But the storm passed by, and he watched it go.
Each moment he saw its power decrease.
"I cannot be lost, dear God," he said,
"For I am Thy child, and I am at peace."
A storm swept over his troubled thought.
"There is something here besides Love," it said,
"And that is hate. Now what will you do?"
He challenged the lie, and declared instead:
"My God is Love, and there is no hate.
It is only a dream, which will have to cease.
I cannot believe in a dream, dear God,
For I am Thy child, and I am at peace."
