Poem February 10, 1962 Issue

THE ANGEL MESSAGE

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

The heavy problem seemed to grow and grow.
I strove to gain the truth, to realize
The ever-present love of God, to know
My own perfection.

As the thunder dies.
It disappeared, my little piece of hell:
For suddenly, the words came clear and true;
They came from God: I felt my heart arise.
It seemed as it it sang out like a bell.
The words, the thought which came, were,
"I love you."

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

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