The Heaven of Soul

In vain among philosophies and doctrinesMen seek the truth which lives in Christ alone.They strain, and strive, and fret for fame and power,Or fleeting solace crave in human love;No outward searching can their God discover,Whose kingdom infinite is found within.There restless hearts attain that quiet harbor,Find peace that no man gives or takes away,And hear the "still small voice" amid the silence,Profound and deep, of Soul's serenity.

As we abide in our desired haven,This home secure, this house not made with hands,No vague imaginings return to haunt us,No dark regrets of "might have been" remain;We dwell untroubled, comforted, serene,In consciousness of "all," and "here," and "now,"And we rejoice to know that we are quietAnd safe within our haven, our heaven of Soul.

"Cry out and shout ..."!
November 27, 1943

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