Poem November 14, 1953 ISSUE

REALM OF LIGHT

Jean Hazel Allen

"In the beginning God." At His commandchaotic darkness yields to primal cause;the clouds are rift, and morning wakes the land;the mist is lifted from blind eyes; the dreamforever ceases, with its spurious laws—and to, primeval order reigns supreme!

Until it reached its zenith in the skieso'er Bethlehem, where Wisemen marked the hour,few, oh, so few, had seen Love's days tar rise.But he who visioned Mind's omnipotenceloved its clear light and yielded to its power—the human and divine coincidence.

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