Poems (Rumell)/One source
ONE SOURCE
Weary and worn, they are coming,To the source of all knowledge and good.The heart, like a bird, in its homing,The soul, to it's one source of food.
Time was, man cared not, for the spiritual,He lived, seemingly, by bread alone.They are now losing, creed and ritual,And seeking the source whence they come.
They are weary of cant and dogma,Of doctrinal creed and cast,And forced by the soul's starvation,To hear the still small Voice, at last!
It calls you out into the open,Into the one vast domain of soul.Strips you bare of all pretention,And man finds, there is but one Goal!
That is our Spiritual Selfhood,Co-existant with God, and then,We find the Church Triumphant,Living now, in the hearts of men!