The Awakening

DIVINE it is when Spirit speaks to me
And tells me, midst the senses' angry shock,
When earth-made testimony seems to mock,
" 'Tis but a dream that only mortals see."
Then joy doth come and gently lifteth me
Above suggestive ills that oft do knock
Upon the door of consciousness and talk.
Love's revelation brings tranquillity.
And now, Truth gently whispers in my ear,
"Arise, thy light is come! No false belief
Can longer hold thy thought in thrall of fear.
Or stupefy with self-suggested grief.
The voice of Love hath spoken, list and hear:
Thy life is endless, sure! The dream? 'Tis brief."

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Signs of the Times
July 15, 1939

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