A GREAT ROCK IN A WEARY LAND

Years I wandered in the weary land—
The paths of sense, destitute of Soul—searching for myself.
Seeking body's wholeness in matter,
Mind's completeness in questing intellect.

Hoping to soar on wings of material pleasure
I fell, broken, down again to the restless land.
Longing for the cool, the calm of health, happiness, fulfillment
(Though certain then it could not be found,
That he only fools himself who thinks he finds himself).

But through the sudden glimpse of Christ's divine Science
I dimly—at first—saw the glorious possibility of
Whole expression, purity in being consonant with Spirit.
More fully embraced in the truth I had searched so long to find,
I found that self constituted consciousness in God:
satisfaction in Soul,
health in Life,
intelligence in Mind.

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