Why do I seem to struggle so?Truth is not intricate. To knowThat God is All and everywhereHas lifted me from dark despair;That man is in His image madeBrings courage. Fear and phantoms fade.Explicit words like these come: "PowerBelongeth unto God."' Each hourI hold to this is filled with peace.As mortal dreams of anguish cease.In all their dear simplicityThe 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 toldIn everlasting words of gold.Now, therefore, unto others doAs you would have them do to you.If truly lived would mean rebirthOf justice over all the earth."Only believe"; the Master knewWhat 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 obeyThe simple truths I learn each day.

The Individual's Standard
June 13, 1964

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