Poem November 18, 1967 Issue

LET GO AND LEAN!

Frank Saddler

To lean upon the sustaining infinite
Will bless us
Only as we lean full weight, wholeheartedly;
If leaning means inclining only—
With drag of matter holding back,
With but irresolute finger-touch on Spirit—
Then Love's sustaining is denied.

But when the false solidity of matter
Is seen a broken, treacherous reed
And thought made desperate by often failure
Turns gratefully to upward bearing aims.
And feels, and grasps, and knows that Father-Mother Love;
The mortal veil is rent, and heaven on earth revealed.

Frank Saddler

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