Poems

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.

"Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many are forgiven; for she loved much. " —Jesus Following our Master's way I do not pin the past on you I do not hold it over you it has already slipped from sight a dream that never was for you love much love the joy that Soul bestows love the purer light of Spirit love the good you find in loving more unselfishly I see you as you always were an honored child I do this happily for you dear friend as it was done for me.

Sword and spear and shield will not do it. Sharp surfaces of will and hate cannot deliver up the giant.

Gazing at a bright, commanding peak, we are not there yet, but the heart is drawn — we're drawn to walk, to climb, to reach, discovering with each needed step the fullness of good here now .