progress part two

CHANNELLINGS FROM THE COMFORTER. part two.

However small, each man alive resembles a corpuscle,

In the blood stream of a body, with a universal heart;

The deeds of all men go to form,

 The bulk of  bone and muscle, in Gods scheme

Remote from us, we all must play a part.

 

We know our worlds evolving, though we do not feel,

The whirl of solar systems, takes not away our breath,

Does the microbe germ of a fever,

Know the whirl of an ambulance wheel,

As it rushes the stricken patient,

To recovery or death?

 

Do the drops of blood in mans' arms veins,

Combat those, in his legs,

Each part of a whole, they traverse both,

And play their part full zealous,

But bitter men drain a  bitter cup,

And taste the bitter dregs, and fall from heights,

To the depths of hell,

For the God of man is Jealous.

 

Everywhere, throughout the Earth,

The minds of men are clearing;

With Sin washed out by war spilled blood,

Men see through brighter eyes:

Their minds wax sharp, their eyes undim,

They clear their mental hearing,

Becoming aware, that Anti-Christ,

Exhausts his stock of lies;

 

Sweet peace draws nearer yet to Earth,

And man begins to wake,

The Morning Star begins to rise,

With spreading wings of healing;

And Lunancy grows ever less,

Men know him for a fake,

Men feels two things alone are real,

Mans' God, and Mankind Kneeling!

 

The God in man reviews his Earth,

And pities Mans' sad blindness:

Sad little world! distorting Me,

And turning Love to Hate!

Is this the Earth, I watered,

With the milk of human kindness?

This vortex of dissenting creeds,

Discord in every State?

 

God wanders yet in sunny Rome,

And on the northern snows 

He bathes in Austrias' mountain streams,

And walks on Grecian hills;

He listens to soft music where the

Blue Danube flows, drinks Prussias' beer,

Eats Spanish food, tries wines that France distils,

He sees Mans' famous Generals; Poets, Statesmen,

Kings; Observes Earths' phoenix buildings,

Rising from dead ashes; He lives in commerce,

Arts and crafts, and every other thing,

Each work of clean and gentle growth,

Shows God in Mankinds' masses.

 

He is that old man in a foreign land,

Who helped you on your way;

He is that woman giving freely of

Her hard-earned, hard-spared food;

He is in children playing childish games,

In a simple infant play,

God loves as humans love their sons;

Loves in no passing mood.

 

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Author's Note

THIS IS PART TWO OF PROGRESS