The Inner Life
THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | SEPTEMBER 1934
Knowing how you loved the flowers, I made them the bearers of my love. Into each one I breathed a thought—a thought of Joy, a thought of Peace, a thought of Healing, a thought of Life, a thought of God, and I said, “Father, I thank Thee, that Thou hast heard me. It is done.”
I knew after that I could never be sick in the same way again. If a shadow dropped over me, I would know it was only the mist, which hid for a moment my world of flowers. I would pray for the sun to shine through, and then in all its beauty once again I would see my Inner World aglow with light.
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REVERIE
By Robert Browning
WHEN life is—to wake, not sleep,
Rise and now rest, but press
From earth’s level where blindly creep
Things perfected, more or less,
To the heaven’s height far and steep.
Where, amid what strife and storms
May wait the adventurous guest,
Power is Love—transports, transforms
Who aspired from worst to best,
Sought the Soul’s world, spurned the worm’s.
I have faith such end shall be.
From the first, Power was, I knew.
Life has made clear to me
That, striven but for clearer view,
Love were as plain to see.
When see? When there dawns a day
If not on the lonely earth,
Then yonder, worlds away,
Where the strange and new life has birth,
And Power comes full in play.
—Written just before his death.
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