Poems (Rumell)/Spiritual understanding
SPIRITUAL UNDERSTANDING
In a sky of azure, tinged with glory;Mid pale clouds of softning hue,I seem to read this old world's story,Feel thoughts of God come drifting thro.
In ages past, when man's old theoryBound him to earth, with darkened view;He little dreamed, he reflected God's glory,The inspired words of the prophets were true!
Those sturdy old prophets of our God,With their childlike faith in Him alway,Were the foundation blanks o'er which we trod,To the spiritual understanding of this day.
I seem to see the hands uplifed,Of each generation, seeking spiritual truth;And out of each, comes some few, giftedWith spiritual understanding to bring us proof.
All down the ages, these hands intertwining,Each generation goes higher in their thot of God.Until in this day, we are just beginningTo know man as spiritual where ere he may trod.
I sense in this growth, at a time not far distant,As measured by eternal, not material, rod,Man will loose all the material, spirit persistant,And find himself and the Universe, one with God!