Can you swaddle Love in burial clothes?
Or bind up Truth in knots?
Tie a napkin on Mind’s face?
Hide the expression of God?
—Imprison Spirit in a tomb of rock?
—Mourn Soul as forever lost?
Love’s idea, eternal now, infinite and free,
is never bound in clothes of lies—of physicality.
“Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me.
And I knew that thou hearest me always.”
(For Life and I are one)
The call “Come forth” obeyed at once,
is heard by living son.
Oh, help me see our oneness here
and hear his stirring voice
to end the woe—
obey the call:
“Loose him, and let him go.”