All nature changes. Worn by wind and rain
Formations crumble. Mountain, valley, plain—
Each writes its transient beauty on the earth.
And who can tell the story of its birth?
I pondered on this fascinating theme,
But Science called:

Let not this glorious scene
Which mortal sense has brilliantly described
Beguile you. Even this must be denied;
For matter is an evanescent thing.
Creative Principle alone can bring
The rule of permanence.

In God's design
All harmony and grandeur are divine.
His Word is substance, order, mode, and form.
In this pure realm, all being truly born,
Is coeternal with the Father Mind.
Here Love is Life; and Soul, the unconfined,
Sends forth its fathomless infinity.
No sense of time or change can ever be
In this one consciousness of good. So curb
The mortal sense. Stand firmly on His Word.
Test every thought with wisdom's holy rod.
Creation is the wondrous work of God.

Dorothy Nash Symon

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