Poem September 8, 1997 Issue

Light breaks through

Edmonde L. St. John

Father, help me to see that material sense
is never what it seems,
that fear, depression, mental doubts
are elements of dreams.

Good alone is real.
Man is the pure idea of Mind,
Immortal, harmonious, loved,
Freeborn and unconfined.

Through the dark forms of mortal thought
Breaks Your clear, pristine light.
It shows me, as Christ Jesus taught,
to read "the signs" aright.

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