Poem February 1, 1958 Issue

BE COMFORTED!

Elizabeth Tucker Dresser

Come, beloved, lift your eyes.
Behold! The storm clouds disappear,
And radiant in the vast sky plains
The steadfast hosts of stars appear.

Look up! The strong, clean winds of God
Dispel the dark cloud forms of fear,
And in awakened consciousness
The steadfast truths of Mind shine clear!

Elizabeth Tucker Dresser

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