Feb. 18, 2006
There is still too much in us that would resist The swift descent of the transforming grace. Old established things reluctant prove To vacate their ensconced familiar space.
The ingenious machinations of the mind, The vital self in love with its desires, Even the body's unwillingness to change Weigh heavily on the spirit that aspires
For calm and peace, surrender to the Light, The radiant godhead whom we feel we know Within, above, perhaps our very soul Encouraging our feet to swiftly go
To the mounting hills that towards the heavens climb And touch their feet upon the paths of time.
Poems Undated (1727)
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