ONE GUIDING BEAM

As wild geese wedge aloft in arrowed flight,Thy mental compass charts their course aright—The same All-power that spins our rolling sphereAnd governs movement with precision here.May I remember I am one with Thee,Reflecting perfect poise and symmetryWhen soaring into higher altitudeOf thought—to mountain-consciousness of good—Where angel intuitions reign supreme,Guiding one home by primal radar beam.

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At Home with God
April 4, 1970
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