Are you not sons of one Soul,
made in God's imaging?
His hand moves yours
to witness His creating.
Now are you all artists for God.
Speak in parables of light;
write that men may feel joy
walking upon the waters, rising up.
These words in you are His doing.
Every hour
Soul brings to your heart an awakening, a fresh
fashioning of His love;
Soul plants pure desires along your days.
And there shall be no night in all your going.
Your feet shall strike sparks from the rock,
For Soul is the strength of your horizon.
Even now you stand at the resurrection of tenderness:
your shadows shall be long and cool
in the noonday of the Philistine.
Behold, the keepers of His Word.
Soul pours out His vision before your opening eyes;
the interpreting of your hand shall be
the design of His will upon the canvas of the morning.
Because of your praise they shall remember.
Your days shall continually break into leaf
like the laughter of grateful men.
And none of your works shall perish.
Poems
Artists For God
Psalm
From the February 1965 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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