Indebted

Writers who used their talents

In the service of their King

Had so little say

In whether they wrote or not;

Thoughts began to flow,

Words were set to go.

And inspiration had to be attended to,

With singleness of heart.

Those who did this gathering

Of ideas from above,

Inhabited a universe they were in,

But all too often not of --

Men and women who dwelt apart.


You and I are richer far,*

     That these beings were, and are,

                            They way they were, and are.


(I have no doubt they're at it still.)




*"...individual good derived from God, the infinite All-in-all,
              may flow from the departed to mortals;"

(Mary Baker Eddy in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures)