THE DRAMA—By J.M. Warnack
Above the clouds, beyond the stars ...I dwell,
Forever watching My great dream unfold—
Watching the myriad forms of moving things
Portray their roles in the great shadow-play
Upon the swift-revolving stage of Time.
Emotions and desires ...have they,
These creatures of My wondrous shadow-play.
They wake, they sleep,
They work, they laugh, they weep;
They suffer and enjoy, they moan, they sing;
Confused, yet hopeful,
Mingling faith and doubt,
Uncertain that they live or that they die;
On through illusion's mist they wend their way
—Yet dreaming ever of Reality.
Oh, children of My dream!
Ye shall not stay forever in the dark!
Behold, I come in time to each of you
And whisper soft
The message of the One Reality.
Yea, in Mine own good time, each one
Shall come to find
His home eternal in My heart,
And view the endless drama through My eyes,
And know it for a shadow—while he rests
Within the quiet citadel of peace.
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