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Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Call: lost Poem of Ernest Holmes

This poem, entitled "The Call" is one of my favorites by Ernest Holmes - however most do not know of its existence.  It can only be found in the original 1926 edition of "The Science of Mind" text, in which its local is odd at bests.  It can be found at the end of the Glossary and just before the Index (no page number).  After the reorganization of the text in 1938 - the poem disappears - and to my knowledge is not published in any other location.

My soul is stirred by this poem and serves as a focal point of my calling as a minister of New Thought.  Here it is...


The Call:

by Ernest Holmes


This I saw or else some greater presence made it known to thee,
the universe is filled with life, the earth, the sky, the sea
And teamed with Intelligence with majesty and might
Deep within me some subtle inner sight
Beholds and sees, comprehends and knows the All
No fears, no falters, but answers the Divine Call.
To be as one, beyond the bonds of time and space
To overcome the bondage of the human race
And to leap with Trust, undaunted and free,
into the deeps of that infinite sea
Who's waters, calm are ready to receive 
Those who in simple faith Believe.

2 comments:

  1. P. E. Generes3:15 PM

    The CALL
    by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

    I have heard it All my life,
    A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
    Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
    Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
    But always it says: Wake up, my Love. You are walking asleep.

    There’s no safety in that!
    Remember what you are, and let a deeper knowing
    color the shape of your humanness.
    There is nowhere to go. What you are looking for is right here.
    Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

    There is no waiting for something to happen,
    no point in the future to get to.
    All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
    You are wearing yourself out with All this searching.

    Come home and rest.
    How much longer can you live like this?
    Your hungry Spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
    Give it up!

    Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
    faithful only to the Beauty you are.
    Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
    dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
    Remember, there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
    When it finds you, give your life to it. Don’t be tight-lipped and stingy.
    Spend yourself completely on the saying,
    Be one word in this great Love poem we are writing together.

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  2. Anonymous1:59 PM

    Much thanks for this.

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