Poem February 18, 1950 Issue

THE CALL

Alice V. Brown

Child , are you listening? Do you hear Me calling?
I am your Mother, Love, that speaks to you.
I am the Mind that keeps the bird from falling.
Don't be afraid of fear; it is not true.

If you are loaded down with useless knowing,
If you have wandered far astry from Me,
I am the Friend who goes with all your going;
I turn you homeward, lift you, set you free.

Just where you are, My power is, protecting
The humblest or the hardest task you do.
The smallest thought of good I give, reflecting
The sun's full glory in a drop of dew.

Read in his testament the Master's healing;
Read in the book that makes Me understood.
Your name is written there with Mine, revealing
God's perfect child, reflecting all My good.

Alice V. Brown

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