Poems

Here I am in my corner, he said. The world Has passed me by—and I, with pleasure, the world.

It came like touch of angels' wings— the love expressed to me— like sun's rays kissing folded bud to set its petals free. It lighted shadowed earthly paths as dawn turns night to day.

The dream is ending, and the sophistry Of sin is now a sinking galleon crushed Against Truth's towering cliffs of purity. Death's wild lament of sadness shall be hushed Tonight, for Christ is calling home the lost And lonely ones.

Love's scientific ultimatum stands, Throughout the earth its silent summons heard. All thought is hallowed by its pure demands; The sick confirm by health its healing Word.

What doest thou? We called a willing halt To find the answer which would make this clear. So much hard work was done, and yet some fault Still marred the project with intrinsic fear: Some fault—then to our humbled view there gleamed Awareness of the error.

The vexing conflicts that perplex our day, The rankling strife that sets men so apart, The monumental problems holding sway, Can be resolved—beginning in the heart. This mighty drama we see acted here, With armies braced and nations much afraid, Is but a shifting background atmosphere In which the plot of human life is played.

What time I came with outstretched hand, with hungering heart longing for truth and peace, With what gentleness you welcomed me, Listening kindly, letting the false words which I spoke fall to earth without a sound, Cheering the true, stirring my thought to freer air, As a woman tending plants may stir the earth, may clip and prune unwanted foliage And bring a bloom.

O mortal man bewildered, lost in dream, Searching for comfort where no comfort lies, Turn back to God, to Father-Mother Love, Away from evidence of mortal eyes; Turn back with childlike trust, and you shall know The boon of shadow in a desert land, A place of peace where tempests cannot come, Beneath the shelter of His outstretched hand.

There is no death. Man lives and moves in Mind.

Who works in quiet obedience works in peace: He hears the Father's voice, and feels His hand. From anxious planning he has won release, And where he is he finds the promised land.