Truth speaks to us across the ocean waste;
Love at the helm will guide us through the storm.
Mind, by its clear enlightenment and strength,
Scatters illusions and reveals the dawn.
In Life eternal, where we live and move,
There is no finite sense, no fleeting hour.
As Soul's reflection, man is wholly blessed,
Aware that Spirit, God, alone is power.
Poems
Spiritual Apprehension
From the March 1958 issue of The Christian Science Journal