The Forgotten Song. . .

"Listen,--perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which you heard completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But you remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you.”  A Course in Miracles, T-21.I.6.

 
Light of the Presence, holy and sweet,
nearness to heaven, silence so deep,
answers my longing and fills me with peace.
Grace is upon me, gentle release.

Father, I love You. Mother, I’ve come,
longing to touch You, to know we are one.
Gather my spirit into Your own.
Let my heart hear it — the music of home.

A song out of heaven flows in my mind,
sings of forever, of life beyond time.
Now I remember the truth that abides,
loving and tender, within me as Christ.
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