Poem July 21, 1997 ISSUE

The atoning power

Richard A. Hogrefe

Hold to the thoughtthat God, Mind, is AllWhen all the world blunders,when sounds of sensedrift murkilyand like low, rolling thunder. The world of Adam,of error chaotic and tense,rises with the drifting mistand passes boldlybefore our gaze,painting its colors crudeon mental wallsof human conceit.Sounds, feelings, sights—all are falsely renderedin the Adam mist,the carnal mind's confusing haze.This is not God's doing,nor angels' work,but mortals' own thoughtand passing phase.Seeing through allthe devilish denseness and lure,we discover the atoning powerand reality-revealing loveof Mind,bringing its ownclear picture trueof Mind's own worldand Mind's own man,harmonious and pure.

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