Poem August 9, 1982 Issue

A higher choosing

DORIS JUNE JACK

I turned to Mind in anguish
And prayed to "get through this,"
Remembering all the many times
Love had erased the mist.

But grief is something different,
The error tried to say,
Telling me that all my joy
Had gone away that day.

And then an angel message
Broke through, revealing light.
It did erase the darkness;
It did restore delight.

The thought of separation
Was stilled by Truth's clear voice.
I celebrated Life again—
For I had made my choice.

DORIS JUNE JACK

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