Poems

If you and I aspire to be soldiers of peace, we must ask God for humility, shun self-assertiveness, let Christly love confront the foe. Living the truths Christ Jesus taught is waging battles God's own way.

And you're doubting you'll get there at all, And what you've embarked upon Is good soldiering for Jesus Christ, * Be assured of this: There is no way your loving Father Will stand by and let you fall Permanent victim to Discouragement and defeat. The path that seems so trying today Will be so but for a time.

"The man we hated without cause touched my severed ear and healed it. "History knows me only as the high priest's servant.

The struggling heart doubts, "Can God heal me? Will God heal me?" Thought, yearning to learn more of who this God is, pauses, listens, finally notices the thousands of angels cascading down the ladder of heaven, singing of the never-setting sun of Truth, the eternal rising of Life, the granite strength of Love, hears the strain "I am always with you. I always care for you.

for stillness in morning's rough alarm in the noon of human busyness in evening's muffled hope in starless corners of the night. Whether the stillness is easy or is wrestled for and won, the place for stillness is no bleak or silent emptiness, for stillness is a listening prayer where Love's voice speaks, and Love speaks volumes to Her child, whose love for stillness Love imparts.

Dear Father-Mother God, let me Know this is Your Word, Your message— these books, these Lessons, this Sermon. The Lesson-Sermon is published in the Christian Science Quarterly.

Selected, sold out of his land: "Whose feet they hurt with fetters: he was laid in iron. He was celled with king's personnel.

Wisdom comes to an honest heart like the crowning bloom on an eager bud. O earnest one—keep on! Each stumble brings a stronger stride, each pang a purer sight.

Patience isn't Mourning in the dark, Waiting for light. It is joy in every moment: Constant consciousness of right.

When looking back on a moment ago or years gone by— The words let out, the thoughts that ruled, the patterns spun— What will fill the heart with peace, and satisfy? The merciful, who love and live to sanctify Earth's varied scenes, will have a bliss outshined by none, When looking back on a moment ago or years gone by. The pure in heart, intently true, can prophesy In the solid now and through their lives show everyone What will fill the heart with peace, and satisfy.