Poem November 25, 1950 Issue

BLESSED YOUR EYES

Myrtle A. Cash

"Blessed are your eyes, for they see," said the Master.
Oh, blessed indeed are they!
Spiritual discernment clarifies,
Reflects all-seeing Mind,
Destroys belief in opacity,
Liquid or solid kind.
Man sees through the lens of Spirit's light,
Not crystalline or glass.
He sees past sorrow, past all night,
Past sun and stars and sky.
He sees past tomorrow, into today,
To the infinite reaches of Mind.

Myrtle A. Cash

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