"All that mankind has done, thought, gained or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books."
-Thomas Carlyle

by Melinda Pillsbury-Foster

The raptured life now pulsing through billions every day
Throbs with His intentions, as Grace knows well the way.

So I listen to the Message that courses through my veins.
Because the Gift once Given was sharply tinged with pain.

Inside each pause of moment, unnumbered in each breath
Lies the rapture not forgotten, that tells me each is blessed.

I remember His compassion and I weep with joy in heart.
He, the One who knows us all, gave Truth its natal start.

Each touch of life's intentions, is seen by He with eyes
Each impulse that extends us affirms that we grow wise.

His Gift the one insurance that we'll be gathered in
To know the One perfection, the sequel to Amen.

Closer than my organs, more intimate than skin.
The memories exhorting me — render Truth to Him.

Melinda Pillsbury-Foster is the author of four books and writes poetry as her favored form of therapy. She is presently working for One Vote, One Voice, a project to return governance to the most local level, the precinct. Her most recent book is GREED: The NeoConning of America. She can be reached at: themelinda@pillsbury-foster.us