It is the thought newly perceived
Perched on the edge of morning waking.
At first the touch is just a flutter;
I wait intent, with bated breath.
Things before untold, unthought
Begin to brighten with the dawn.
Inspiration merges with conviction;
Joy grabs hold
And shakes away all gloomy doubts.
Yes,
Direction now feels safe, assured.
A gracious blessing gently comes to rest
As truth communicates itself.
* Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 85.
