Poem July 14, 1986 ISSUE

Listening

NORMAN DWIGHT CARY

Once, winds of evil's vague geometriesBlew past, blew in, to weave a shrieking netOf legion errors. Once, I seemed to letFalse fears whirlwind my thought: claim sin, disease,Were part of me; then vainly tried to traceWind-error's vagrant path, seek for its source.But then I learned no other cause or forceWas present or had power but God. His grace,His Christ, Truth, stilled the errant, trackless lies;Brought calm, and peace—revealed the mental gistThat Mind controls. Love holds winds in its fistAnd silences our fears, our doubts, our whys.

As did Elijah, let us make this choice:To listen—and obey the still, small voice.

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