Poems (Rumell)/Supply
SUPPLY
I feel that somewhere, out in universial space,Lies Mind's supply-for the human race.Conscious, or unconscious, we send out our call,If in tune with the Infinite, we can receive it all.
Our power to receive, defines the height,The real man has attained, in his spiritual flight.We come into this world, in dense matter clothed,Each feeling, somewhere, we are to spirit betrothed.
Many have yet to learn, on this material plane,'Tis only thro the spiritual man, we ever attain.Sometimes, it is only a glimmer, a ray of light,That the material bound, may glimpse in the night.
But that will suffice! It will lead him on,Into spiritual heights, whence all supplies come.According to his vision, each one shall receive.Supply surrounds, always was, is ours to perceive.