Poem January 2, 1954 Issue

REALITY

Miriam Dean Blackburn

How vast the earth, the sea, the sky,
How beautiful the rose!
Yet far beyond the human eye
The true creation grows.

Fed only by the Word of Truth,
Harmonious in design.
It rests in pure activity,
Expressing Love divine.

As thought imbued with radiance
Beholds the perfect flower,
So man's perfection stands undimmed
To bless this holy hour.

Such grandeur is a glimpse sublime,
As when God's sacred Word
Spoke to the allness that is His,
And all creation heard.

Miriam Dean Blackburn

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