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From the November 1977 issue of The Christian Science Journal

When the Father awakened me From sleeping mortal sense, I felt No harsh jerk Intruding on my peace Nor rash alarm—dazzling— But I fathomed the warmth Of a gentle tap on the shoulder Pointing up, telling me To eject dark mortal viewing And clasp firmly the staff Of Love, Breaking through Bleak screens of mortality Reaching Spirit's path. Now, I am in vivid focus Seeing man clearly, radiantly.