Poem September 10, 1949 Issue

ALL HAS BEEN DONE

Dorothy M. Kiddoo

All praise be to the one omnific Mind
As in our active quest for spiritual things
We search and seek till happily we find
The perfect way, and sweet unfoldment brings
Reward for toil. Let us not scheme, arrange,
Outline, devise, or vainly speculate;
The Father's plan for us can never change,
But in our lives becomes articulate.

Then, swiftly, all tense feelings fall away,
And false responsibilities take flight,
As gratefully we claim His finished day,
Unfolding tenderly before our sight.
Unfoldment is the eternal flow of Life,
The perfect panacea for all strife.

Dorothy M. Kiddoo

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