Nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness
in deep down things;
And though the last
lights off the
black West went
Oh, morning,
at the brown brink
eastward, springs . . .
Because the Holy Ghost
over the bent
world broods
with warm breast
and with ah!
bright wings.
Each soul is born for love and joy.
Our Inner Radiance when,
fully uncovered, shines alike
in laughter and in sorrow.
Fears, doubts, and despair cloak joy
like darkness blanketing the sun each night.
Face your fears and freedom will follow,
dismantle doubts, and loving assurance
and hope become friends;
Dark despair diminishes as you turn
toward the Light. Help is ever at hand.
Your guardian angel awaits your call!
Dispelling the darkness, you increase hopein the world.
Rejoice! Humanity is inexorably awakeningto the energy of Love.