MY POEM ON "I BELIEVE."

I believe,
That is to say,
The lenses of my soul sweep Heaven always.

I believe,
By this I mean,
My mind is open to the things unseen.

I believe,
I firmly hold,
To untimed truth that never has been told.

I believe,
What has been told,
By men of worth, whom years do not make old.

I believe,
Judea's Son,
Whose work continues, as it had begun.

I believe,
Tomorrow's Light,
Is always burning round the rim of night.