CONVICTION

JOSEPHINE W. HEERMANS

Our bark of life full oft seems tossed about
By undercurrent and by raging wind;
By billows lashed, frail sense succumbs to doubt,
Then whispers Love, Protection seek in Mind.
Mind turns to naught commotion wild without,
Mind stills the fierce, scarce-hid unrest within,
Mind puts the murmurings of sense to rout,
Mind shows the nothingness of fear and sin.

Awakened, holy peace descends like brooding dove,
No more alone, adrift, dismayed, o'erwhelmed, we
seem;
No more in bondage to belief's mesmeric dream;
But ministered unto by angels from above.

Though dregs of trembling to our lips are pressed, and
sense assails.
From seeming power of these to Mind's omnipotence we
turn.
For Spirit's senses apprehend the Love that never fails,
The promise, I am with you, even to the end, discern.