Poem February 3, 1940 Issue

Spiritual Vision

RUTH BURDEN BABCOCK

Beneath the crust of grime, the snow is pure;
Beyond the cloud, the sky is ever clear.
Look deep and high, O man; look thou within,
For God's perfection infinite is here.

Wipe thou away the dust that dims thine eyes,
And see the world divine which Mind beholds:
Lo! man is richly blessed with harmony;
Love's beautiful creation e'er unfolds.

As witness for our God — Life, Truth, and Love—
We dwell in heaven, not in time or space.
And when we see Mind, omnipresent good,
Then we see God, our Father, face to face.

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