found my wings which have been close-folded so long.

I spread them wide and none of the assaults from the soul-world, none of the clamor and strife can overthrow my equilibrium, for they bear me up while the light is on my face.

I see no longer the likeness of my false ideal of man, I see instead the likeness of God. The distorted shadow has faded away and the real man is come to his own.

The heavens are opened unto me, I see and I hear that which dwells therein. I know my home and my wings will bear me there.

I hold my hands wide to help those brethren whose wings are not yet unfolded, because they are still weighted with that false consciousness that bows theni toward the ground.

I desire to help them to stand upright and turn their faces to the same sun, for I know that my home is also their home and that we have one Father.

Even though my wide-spread wings and firmly planted feet