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Deep down within the depths of me
there stirs a mighty timeless sea.
Its waves of memory touch the shore
of consciousness and, more and more.

As time reveals in world of space
myself reveals its God-like face.
A God-force breathing through each
form
of life I've lived, about me swarm.

The aeons past in which I've dwelled
vague fleeting glimpses now beheld.
One day an inner voice persists
I'll reach beyond all that exists.

And time and space no longer bind
the new dimensions of my mind.
Until then plodding I must go
with patience reaping, as I sow.

From birth to death and birth again
nor asking, how or why nor when.
The "I am I" of me content
to know that it is heaven-bent.

A heaven not as dreamed of yore
a blessed state, an open door.
To realms above the sense desires
where burns the great creative fires.

And one, with those who have atained
freed now from all that had me chained.
Eternity and I embrace
at last I meet God face to face.

HAROLD SHERMAN   1939