And There Was Light

All life poured out from the Master’s fountain;
resonating, from above, to below.
Consciousness is thought’s Holy Mountain;
from which living waters flow.

Thoughts became imaged, to what were to be;
and sound, as well, was heard by the mind;
whatever we thought; was what we could see;
with all other sounds and images, declined.

A physical world was a stage for life’s play;
living energies, became its actors;
a theater, with God’s love on display;
and hate, intervened with disasters.

In this kingdom below, nothing was physical;
it was strictly energy’s illusive deception;
yet, thoughts such as this, leave all quisical;
for, our minds won’t allow its detection.

Consciousness has its own eyes to see;
its thoughts are all that we hear;
conceiving truth, wherever it may be;
and faith, interacting with fear.

We were cast into the kingdom of illusions;
thought’s evil diversions, brought to light;
bringing all created to truth’s conclusions;
death brings an end, to unending night.

Like the night, evil flows upon our shore;
those troubled waters; soon to be gone;
in death, evil ebbs; to flow no more;
the sunrise disclosing the new dawn.