Poems

The sun shines on! What does it know Of earth's strange ways, Its storms and tempests, Wars and fears? And Love loves on— Until at last It outshines sin In human hearts, And heaven appears!

Let us be one in silent prayer— Our brothers' need our only care. Affirming Love their Fathers name, Their sonship true we freely claim: Heirs of the realm of radiant Mind, They guidance, grace, and peace shall find, And all the wealth of Spirit share In holy, healing, silent prayer.

Nay , Zacchaeus, you little guessed, When you beheld the Lord, How knowing him could bless mankind. What peace his law afford.

From all the nations I will gather Those who hearken to My voice. I know the thoughts I think toward you, Thoughts of peace.

Then went he down and dipped, Not once, nor twice, nor thrice. But seven times, And he was cleansed.

With what rich love each waiting hour is filled! There is no straining to scan days to be When every hour knows God's munificence. In sweet communion darkening fears are stilled And eyes tear-dimmed glimpse a new radiancy.

That human will may yield to Love's control And love abide where love seems not to be; That men may come to know themselves as whole And free, as God knows man, and steadfastly Obey the rules by which true peace shall reign— As reign, indeed, it surely must when men From evil turn aside and drop their vain And cruel ways. With opened eyes they then Will love their neighbor, far and near; each day Love more.

Even as the Father, So the son must be— Likeness of His being, Shining constantly; Clear and flawless image, Perfectly defined, Radiantly reflecting Qualities of Mind.

Woman of Shunem, how truly great you were! Did you admit belief your child had died? Ah, no! "It shall be well," you said, And sought the man of God instead. And to his question, "Is it well?" you swift replied, "It is well," then waited trustingly outside Elisha's door.

Come ye into the courts of God With joyous psalms of praise, For God is King above all kings, The keeper of our ways. His courts afford security From every mortal foe; They give us shelter from the blasts When winds of error blow.