Poem February 21, 1976 Issue

PSALM

Moverly Alderson Smith

God teaches me.
His teaching is heard in the quiet of meekness.
It comes as a harmony of good thoughts within my
consciousness.
These God-thoughts have power.
They reveal the perfection of all that God has made.
As I accept them, I see clearly that imperfection
is a belief, powerless, unreal.
I am not afraid of it.
Where imperfection seemed to be, I find perfection.
It was there all the time.

Self-thoughts promise to carry me forward with great speed.
They come as a rushing torrent that tries to silence
quiet communion with God.
When I listen to self-thoughts, I believe that I am
a power, independent of God.
I am exhilarated.
Self-thoughts promise to carry me forward with great speed.

As I continue to listen, I begin to feel my life
is out of control.
I am dashed against the rocks.
Exhilaration turns to fear. I reach out for help.
Then I become humble and teachable again.
I listen for the harmonious flow of God-thoughts.