Poem June 11, 1938 Issue

Reality

ANTOINETTE HOLBROOK

In Thy sweet calm my waking thought finds peace;
False fears, false hopes, false landmarks slip away.
The vague, uncertain dreams of discord cease;
I lose the mist of earth, the phantom clay.
True selfhood stands revealed, untouched by fear;
Dark clouds I thought so real pass like the dew.
And Love's command comes to me, sweet and clear:
Dear child, reject the false—accept the true.
My eager eyes look up as Mind unfolds
The light of Truth, with ever-radiant beam;
Oh, may I grasp the gift Thy fullness holds,
And see beyond the dream—beyond the dream.

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