I do not time travel
to that great fount
of living water—
Love—
for I, as living image,
am travel free
and time has for me
no oppressive border.
I cross no chasm of space
for I dwell now
in the living depth
of Love itself
wherein I safely rest,
not as mere fragment
of God,
but as His living
eternal reflection.
No space traveler I,
in this loving embrace
of Mind,
but the living likeness
of Love,
of its very substance, being,
nature.
No time traveler I,
in this golden orb
of Love,
no wayward transient
on a book's page,
but God's own perfect,
eternal child.
Poems
God's child
From the March 1998 issue of The Christian Science Journal