As winging birds cleave in their aerial flight
The clouds which seem their passage to impede,
And with unlabored motion skim the height,
Their goal to compass with untrammeled speed,
So does the Word of God on wings of thought
Fly to its goal within the waiting heart;
Bird-swift, precipitant, its passage fraught
With eagerness His message to impart.
Pinioned with might it still pursues its way,
Cleaving with strength the clouds of fear and doubt.
Nought can oppose its course, nor bid it stay;
Strongholds it fells and evil puts to rout.
Heart of the world, widely your portals fling,
And let this Word to you its healing bring.
Poems
THE WORD OF GOD
From the March 1944 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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