24.10.24
I watch the growth of silent trees Swaying in the morning breeze And touched by Beauty in her ways I sing my silent hymns of praise. All this world is Beauty draped, Nothing from the eye escaped That sees the Lord in minute things And in His vastness solace brings. His children, reverent and true, Souls uplifted in the new Dimension of the Will Divine, Humility and love the sign.
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