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Must yield
This emptiness
whispering I’m all alone
must yield
to Your
infinite presence
This deformity
insisting that I’m trapped in matter
must yield
to the grace
of being irrevocably formed in Spirit
This awful feeling
that things won’t get better
must yield
to Your promise
of gravitation Spiritward
This unwanted pattern
of believing I’m wounded by others
must yield
to the understanding
that I am loved by Love
and that is truly enough
This fear
that I will never see how You created me
must yield
to Your assurance
that You are continually bringing to light
who and what You know me to be
This sadness
that time is running out
must yield
to Your imperishable allness
eternally here and now.
“The finite must yield to the infinite.” Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 256.
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