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Let the Word itself find its way alone, Drift on wings of air, unconfined, Through meadow sweet and forest stone, A spirit breath on the seeking mind. No heavy hand can force its flight, No cage of thought its essence hold, It comes as water, pure and bright, To quench the thirst of hearts grown cold. Poem by Arvia MacKaye Ege (1902–1986), an American anthroposophist, artist, and poet

The all-enlivening power of the Healing Spirit works and streams healing into the depth of my soul. It strengthens there the quickening seed of my true "I" that rests in the womb of God. The healthy seed of my "I" is strong and powerful. It knows no fear, only love to all that is. It has already passed the test and leads me out and frees me from anxiety and the compulsion of fear, for it lives in the all-enlivening power of God and of the healing God. by Rudolf Steiner

from 'Trust in the Future'