Poem May 31, 1947 Issue

The Reading Room

TWILA CLARK

A quiet room, where radiant light
Unveils the Christ in consciousness
To those who need the healing might
Of gentle Love that lives to bless.

Impatience, trifles, lose their power;
Confusion cannot enter here.
Thought opens softly as a flower—
Each seeker learns that God is near.

A welcoming simplicity
Refreshes all who stop to read.
Truth knows no partiality,
But gives strength equal to the need.

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