The New Jerusalem

The New Jerusalem
by Joel S. Goldsmith

The former things have passed away and all things are become new.
Whereas I was blind, now I see,
And not through a glass darkly, but face to face.
Even in my flesh, I have seen God.
The hills have rolled away
And there is no more horizon,
But the Light of heaven makes all things plain.

Long have I sought Thee Oh Jerusalem,
But only now have my pilgrim's feet
Touched the soil of heaven. 
The waste places are no more.
Fertile lands are before me,
The like of which I have never dreamed.
Oh, truly, (there is no night there),
The glory of It shines as the noon day sun.
And there is not need of light for God is the Light thereof.

I sit down to rest.
Into the shade of trees,
I rest and find my Peace in Thee.
Thy Grace Is Peace, Oh Lord.
In the world, I was weary.
In Thee, I have found rest.
In the dense forest of words, I was lost.
In the letter of Truth was tiredness and fear,
But in Thy Spirit only is shade and water and rest.

How far have I wandered from Thy spirit,
Oh tender One and true, how far, how far?
How deeply lost in the maze of words, words, word?
But now, Am I returned.

And, in Thy Spirit shall I ever find my life, my peace my strength.
Thy Spirit is the Bread of life, finding which, I shall never hunger.
Thy Spirit Is the Wellspring of water, drinking it I shall never thirst.

As a weary wandered, I have sought Thee.
And now my weariness is gone.
Thy Spirit has formed a tent for me
And in its cool shade I linger and Peace fills my soul.
Thy Presence has filled me with Peace.
Thy love has place before me a feast of Spirit.
Yea, Thy Spirit is my resting place, and oasis in the desert of the letter of Truth.

In Thee will I hide from the noise of the world of argument;
In Thy Consciousness, find surcease from the noisiness of men's tongues.
They divid Thy garments, of Lord of Peace,
They argue over Thy Word,
And yea, until it becomes words and no Word.

As a beggar have I sought the new heaven and new earth,
And Thou has made me heir of all.
How shall I stand before Thee but in silence?
How shall I honor Thee but in the meditation of my heart?

Praise and thanksgiving Thou seekest not,
But the understanding heart Thou receiveth.
I will keep silent before thee.
My soul and spirit, and my silence shall by Thy dwelling place.
Thy spirit shall fill my meditation
And it shall make me and preserve me whole.

Thou tender One and true, I am home in Thee!
                                                             The Infinite Way, pg.185