Poem October 22, 1984 Issue

Steps

NORMAN DWIGHT CARY

When fear runs rampant,
Sin seems right, sickness awesome,
Turn to light.

Find fear a shadow,
Sin a shade; ill's illusions
Mortal-made.

Know God—immortal
Truth, all-power, Love—protects us
Every hour.

For you're Life's likeness,
Perfect, real. Soul's beloved
Idea, ideal.

NORMAN DWIGHT CARY

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