Questions & Answers

We try to measure our life in years, Dating from now—before and after; Trace it on calendars with tears, Veil it with transient dreams and laughter; While on sundials in the heart, Truth writes, forever from time apart!

Dear Father, may I live today      To see Thy goodness here. I pray for light to do Thy will, That I may hear the "Peace, be still,"      Which conquers doubt and fear.

Aim high, and eagle-hearted aspiration Shall soar with thee on wings that may not tire To bright horizon peaks of demonstration, The thousand hills of hope and high desire. And on the wing, though storms around thee riot, Thou shalt know only, rising to the sun, The eternal fields of home, the waters quiet, The Father's word, "Well done.

In sorrow's night a voice I heard; It came as swift as singing bird In sky of summer blue and white, And sang itself into my night. I heard—I knew 'twas God who spoke— I rose, and rising felt the yoke Of darkness, doubting, and despair, Slip off into the night, and there, Where night had been, the light of peace Has brought, thank God, release, release.

I will be still tonight and listening hear Voices of angels low, distinct, and near, Singing the story old of peace, good will. This message I will hear if I am still.

To Abraham's friendly door three angels came. The patriarch offered water for their feet; With joy he offered bread, and rest most sweet.

Sweet is it to stay on this assured fact, that pallid want and gaunt importunate woe are travail of an alien sense, no more my own than are the shadows that men tread upon. No thought can jar, nor pain, nor circumstance, nor any want, nor sickness, nor distress, nor doleful weariness, that happy man who walks unharmed the holy courts of heaven.

I dwelt content in my good place,      Prepared, I thought, for me. My brother came and took away My place, my work, my happy day.

Truth ever cries: Behold the man! Cast all your doubt away, Accept him as the Son of God, Complete in radiant day! But we with blinded eyes, and ears Made deaf by error's lie, See not the spirit of his love , But "Crucify him!" cry. May we behold the glorious light, The Christ's clear radiancy, And know our unity with God, With Truth, which maketh free.

He cares not that his song be heard, He sings for joy, that little bird Whose heart is full of happiness. Early as the sun's first ray, Before he breaks his fast, his lay Rings out and proves his trust in God.