The blurred faint blush of dawn upon the land;
A growing radiance upon the sea—
And I, once more in worship, humbly stand
Praying, with bowed head, for a word from Thee.
Swifter than I to sense Mind's impetus,
Birds wake to flight; the waves their rhythms run—
And, awe inspiring in its glorious
Full strength, there looms at last the risen sun.
Without a sound, Thy mandate has been spoken.
What need I more? Before my very eyes,
Creation has transpired. Light has broken
Old night. Truth reigns in metaphoric guise.
And Life and Love their endless stores of good
Further unfold in perfect quietude.
Poems
Unfoldment
From the September 1963 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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