A prayer for one far-off

This is not releasing, flinging out,a human thought, a message of my love,whirling over the earth's curve,or through its crust and magma,nor launching out a wishto the vagaries of wind,fragilities of hope,gestures of human ritual.

No world dimension can arrest,can touch, can influence,the perfect functioning of Mind.There is no here nor there in Spirit's stretch.Far-off is near, confidence rock-sure.The reach of Christ is to and all aroundeach need; and prayer does not producebut sees this all-sufficient light.

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