Poem April 10, 2000 Issue

Turn toward the light

Carolyn Abbott Sebbard

Look at that flower,
so beautiful and bright.
It naturally turns
to the sun's shining light.
It doesn't work hard
to get what it needs;
It just accepts all
the radiant sun feeds.

I once felt so needy,
so void of the light:
How could I find
inspiration just right?
I looked at that flower
not working so hard,
and I just let go
and said,
"Leave it to God!"

Then just what was needed
came to my sight.
My thought was infused
with Truth and delight.
I knew I was whole,
complete, and fulfilled.
The Christ had appeared;
the illusion was stilled.

Carolyn Abbott Sebbard

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