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.’