Poems

We do not stand alone at the open door To watch the earth unfurl to the sun's plow, But share the prophecy of the harvest's store In the frail petals uncurling on the bough, The countdown of the scents on the warm wind's way; The lilacs, then the Madonna lilies' musk: The mowing and the stacking of the hay. We are not alone in the early autumn dusk.

Gales tore at the ship, lifted waves to heights terrifying to trembling hearts. But Love proved adequate, adequate to still the storm.

Master: Although you called no home on earth your own, we know you found the peace and joys of home with God, the Father, whom you pleased so well. Wherever His wisdom led— by the Sea of Galilee to feed four thousand men; along the highway bordering Jericho to restore Bartimaeus' sight or alone upon the mount to meditate and pray— you found man's true home to be where Love unfolds the healing way.

To read as Ezra read, With words distinct and clear To reach the listening ear And help men understand. This is my task.

"The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek. " What order? In tender solicitude God made Melchizedek a priest forever, a prince of peace, without father or mother, burdened with no tedious genealogy of flesh and blood heredity, unfettered by time.

When Jesus came from Galilee To John to be baptized, The Baptist was inspired to see His holy thought and realized His innate grace and purity. The Jordan River gently flowed As Jesus claimed the cleansing rite, The deep humility he showed Forthwith engendered spiritual light To shine upon his earthly road.

(The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 195) We know our church through building it within, Where all deep meaning starts.

Symbols have been needed from Moses' time to this. Metaphors have given helpful emphasis to teachings, through the eras, of truth and revelation.

Bundles of tares for the burning—passion and sorrow and death; Bundles of wheat for the garner—mercy and patience and faith; Till at length Truth compels an exchanging, For Soul's joys, of sense-pleasures and strife, And man is found one with the Father, "Bound in the bundle of life. " Hilda M.

"Rabboni .