Heavenly bestowed (not humanly summoned),
silent, ever-stirring presence
gently, firmly lifting thought
to reach horizons infinite.
Patient, waiting, open—
we confidently witness the turning,
the yielding
of sense to Soul.
The Christ, divine influence,
quiets the storm—
the haze of mortal thought—
to reveal the atmosphere of heaven . . . here.
Waiting, open,
we respond
to that beacon of light
ever sure of our oneness with Spirit.
