Poem January 3, 1948 Issue

I KNOW THAT MIND UNFOLDS

Harold H. Keniston

I know that Mind unfolds my upward way
To peaks of understanding yet unknown.
No mortal power can make me pause or stay
Within the bounds of old beliefs outgrown.

Each tiny seed of truth that Love has sown
Grows stronger in the light of God's new day
From root to bud, to blossom newly blown.
I know that Mind unfolds my upward way.

I follow trustingly Love's guiding ray
(For God will ever guide and guard His own)
Above the matter mists that seem so gray
To peaks of understanding yet unknown.

With Truth omnipotent upon the throne
The phantom hosts of error fade away.
The prince of darkness now is overthrown;
No mortal power can make me pause or stay.

Though loneliness may tempt my feet to stray,
I know that man can never be alone.
I know that I no longer need delay
Within the bounds of old beliefs outgrown.

I know that Christ has rolled away each stone
That vainly seeks to bar my onward way.
Humbly I wait, and pray that I be shown
Each step to take—and every joy-filled day
I know that Mind unfolds.

Harold H. Keniston

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