Vision of the Divine Child - Nov. 20, 1970

Seated, throned in solemn dignity

Upon the highest crests the messenger

In stately clouds attired now arrives

To counsel in our vague and errant lives.

Descending now an air of thinner weave

Is draped upon the verdant loom of earth.

In centuried domains the silent stones

Speak longingly in soft eroded tones.

Embraced in lap of night the child of peace

Sleeps cradled wakened not by violent throes

Or storms upon the troubled seas of life.

His light prepares and grandeur greater grows.