Poem September 22, 1951 Issue

MY FATHER'S WILL

Estelle Dale

His will, my purity.

His will, my freedom from the sense of habit
And fear and sickness of the sleeping years.
His will, my waking to His care for me.
My wearing of the seamless robe prepared,
The undivided garment of His nature.
His will, my known perfection.

O Father-Mother, all-creating Love!
Though many years bound in a false belief,
The shroud of helpless, hopeless suffering,
Loosed now from all infirmity I stand,
Knowing myself to be Thy pure reflection,
Perfect, upright, free, newborn of Spirit.
My Father's will is all there is for me.

Estelle Dale

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