CONSCIOUSNESS

ALICE HARRIMAN

Art conscious of the first faint flush of dawn,
When sleepy night draws back the shades of morn?

Art conscious of the first pure shaft of light,
That makes each trembling dewdrop diamond bright?

Art conscious of new life, ambition, hope,
When, hastening onward up the hindering slope,

Thou risest o'er the mists, and lo! the sun
Warms all the world, and thou with God art one?

This consciousness is life. O wakening soul,
Behold the sun of Truth—and thou art whole!

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit