The Passover drew near, and Jesus sat
With his disciples in an upper room.
Below, the crowds would celebrate a feast
With outward show of gratitude to God,
Then turn and rend the one who spoke of Life,
Doing the will of those who could not bear
The purity and meekness of the Christ,
The truth the Master taught. But high above
This mortal clamor, words of comfort flowed;
And the disciples heard their Master tell
Of many mansions and the Comforter.
Yes, here was room to learn the love of God.
On Easter morning, loving women came
To minister to Jesus. Full of faith,
They turned not back, affrighted that the stone
Would block their way. And, lo!
The stone was rolled away, the Master gone,
And angel thoughts of Life eternal filled
Their minds with joy. Outside the tomb
Their Master met and talked with them, alive!
Full proof he gave to them that mortal mind
Can never hold the Christ within its grasp.
All power was his to demonstrate the truth
That man is now idea, hid in Mind.
And knowing this, he passed beyond men's sight,
Going before, to make a place for them.
Let us rejoice that error cannot hold
Ourselves in any mortal groove, for now
The many mansions that our God provides
Are ours to occupy, and there is room
Where each may demonstrate his perfect self,
And, as idea, dwell in perfect Mind.
