Poem January 31, 1983 Issue

Cause for rejoicing

MARY BELL RHODES

All perfect things endure—
For nothing real and good can disappear;
Each true identity is safe, secure;
One with the Father, Life, forever here.

No tender word's in vain;
No smallest deed of love is lost in Mind;
For giver and receiver—both will gain:
Reflected love does bless all humankind.

Man was not born—to die.
The lovely qualities of God, expressed,
Will mortal evidence of death deny:
The ideal man lives on, forever blessed.

Then let's move forward with this knowledge, sure
In Spirit's realm all perfect things endure.

MARY BELL RHODES

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