Poem May 11, 1940 Issue

Infinite Good

MARIE TAGGART KEITH

Within the consciousness of Love
No stinted portion do I find
Of the unbroken affluence
Proceeding from omniscient Mind.
Unlimited the stream of good,
If I but lift my eyes to see
All channels filled with precious things
The Father has prepared for me.

My lifted eyes, then, must I clear
Of every mote that dims my sight;
Must open wide a willing thought
To welcome in eternal right.
Thus I, the porter at the door,
Shall dwell in good's eternity
By letting in the precious things
The Father has prepared for me.

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