Poem December 1, 1980 Issue

Connections

FLORA JAMES RUGGLES

Has mortal mind got you on the fear line?
Did you answer its insistent ring?
Oh, oh—
It's a bad connection,
Full of static,
Haranguing on your imperfections,
The misbehavior of your brothers,
The world abrim with constant oppositions.

Hang up!
Disconnect!

Sit a bit.
Wait for Truth's call.
Listen well.
You might miss it.
For it may be quiet, gentle.

Now here's the ring!
Take up the receiver.

Hooray!
It's a good connection.
Truth flows in—on the warm line of Love:
Perfect God, the All-in-all;
Perfect man, His dear reflection;
Perfect universe, without deflection.

Listen still.
Feel potency.
Accept freely.
Healing is yours.
Rejoice!

FLORA JAMES RUGGLES

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