Questions & Answers
So often I have looked around to see Whose harsh note marred Life's lovely symphony; But now I find it to be more divine Just to make sure that harsh note is not mine.
I Prayed and knew that I would sometime find A sort of holy dial or instrument To measure how I know and love the truth. To tell me daily, hourly, how I stand.
Experiencing joy but glimpsed hereto, Forgetting pain; Heaven new viewed, What can I do to show My gratitude? I can re-form my thought to see the world As ruled by Love; The eternal right Of man, man honest in God's sight. I can reflect the rainbow rays, The here of heaven, In humble praise And live to bless Those seeking roses in the Wilderness.
I eat the bread of Truth; so fed and strengthened. I can grasp the cup of earth's experience with hold more sure.
Why fear the wilderness? Although at first It may seem desolation, nothing more, Yet this experience is meant to be One of progression to a higher goal. Here Hagar, wandering blindly, cut adrift From safe, familiar moorings she had known, For the first time could hear the angel voice Which bade her rise and trust the care of God.
What , tempted with discouragement? After a day in the dusty villages and steaming lanes, in the press of self-centered multitudes in the noisy market, a day of mental combat and earnest deep endeavor, "he, could there do no mighty work" because of their unbelief. Ah, but Truth is always at our side— not now true, now untrue, but forever immutable, irresistible, irreversible; Truth ever apparent, our most dear companion, perpetually operative through the power of Love to comfort, bless, and cure; and even there "he laid his hands upon a few sick folk.
The young lambs Must not stray far, For wolves are waiting; Their very tenderness makes them Easy prey to the ruthless Animal appetite. The Master Carried the lambs in his bosom.
Christmas is a challenge, A reminder to emulate the ways of Jesus, Who with Christly thoughts Conquered sin and death. Christmas is a beacon light, A quality of thought, A consciousness that Truth is everywhere.
Reflection of Life, Soul's joy untold, Principle-governed, Mind-controlled; Secure in Truth, which knows man whole, Dominion, perfection, his destined role; 'With substance of Spirit, with Love replete, The image and likeness of God, complete.
" Your boy is gone!" These were the words I heard; Then black despair enveloped me. But what was this they said? His last words were, "Where's Mum?" Ah! where? Thank God, he really knew Just where I was, where he still was, Abiding in the secret place, In consciousness of Truth and Love, Where man must ever be.