Poem June 13, 1964 Issue

TRUTH'S SIMPLICITY

Helen C. Benson

Why do I seem to struggle so?
Truth is not intricate. To know
That God is All and everywhere
Has lifted me from dark despair;
That man is in His image made
Brings courage. Fear and phantoms fade.
Explicit words like these come: "Power
Belongeth unto God."' Each hour
I hold to this is filled with peace.
As mortal dreams of anguish cease.
In all their dear simplicity
The words of Jesus come to me.
"Be not afraid." "I am the way."
And "Follow me." I hear him say;
Clear and emphatic words like these:
Bless and love your enemies.
And that directive gently told
In everlasting words of gold.
Now, therefore, unto others do
As you would have them do to you.
If truly lived would mean rebirth
Of justice over all the earth.
"Only believe"; the Master knew
What childlike faith and trust can do.
How unpretentious Truth's demands.
How adequate to loose our bands
(No rigid form or complex creed)!
If I this admonition heed.
I shall not fear the chastening rod
("Be still, and know that I am God").
Silence the pleas of mortal sense.
Acknowledge Mind's omnipotence.
My prayer—to lovingly obey
The simple truths I learn each day.