WILDERNESS PROCLAIMED

I'll meet you in the vestibule—That entrance hall, Spirit-filled,Where sense kneels low to SoulAnd earth's brash noise is stilled.

I'll meet you in the vestibule Wilderness: ... the vestibule in which a material sense of things disappears, and spiritual sense unfolds the great facts of existence (Science and Health, p. 597 ) For this you too have chosen.In fact it's where we first did meetWhen time itself seemed frozen.

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