Poem January 30, 2023 Issue

Listen . . .

Ken Cooper

The Word is speaking . . .

The Logos of eternity declares itself,
its power:
It is Love—embracing the cosmos with
its dictation.
We feel its presence by hearing,
knowing:
We are God’s thoughts.

The fresh breath of Spirit blows away the
chaff and dream of mortality—
So let’s harvest the abundant field of
present perfection,
Gather the full-grown wheat,
Understand the fullness of what we
already are, of all that is.

The rustle of inspiration speaks:
We share the freedom of infinity.

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