HE THAT HATH EARS

The Spirit says unto the churches, ‘ Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being - The life of the Purpose and Plan;

I flowed from the mind of the Maker Through nature to man. ‘ I sleep in the glow of the jewel, I wake in the sap of the tree,

I stir in the beast of the forest, I reason in man, and am free To turn on the path of Ascension To the god yet to be.

‘ I was, and I am, and I will be; I live in each church and each faith But yield to no bond and no fetter, I animate all with my breath;

I speak through the voice of the living And I speak after death.’ The Spirit says unto the churches, ‘ The dead are not gone, they are near

And my voice, when I will it, speaks through them, Speaks through them in messages clear. And he that hath ears, in the silence May listen and hear.’

The Spirit says unto the churches, ‘ So many the feet that have trod The road leading up into knowledge, The steep narrow path has grown broad;

And the curtain held down by old dogmas Is lifted by God.’