Questions & Answers
They are not real— The terror, sin, and pain That seem to surge and billow endlessly! They are not real! May we but cling to that, And hold so quietly, so firmly, to the fact That we can walk Serene into the seeming storm, With holy consciousness That all is well; Nor let the waves of hatred, pride, or scorn That rise resistant to the touch of Truth, Disturb our quiet sense That good alone is real. So may we never pause to ask If it were better to avoid the waves, And wait for calmer seas; But move triumphantly and joyously Into whatever lies before our path, So wrapped within the sacred calm Of all-enfolding Love That no intruding thought can harm; So undisturbed, whatever be the claim, That others, mesmerized by seeming ill.
I wake , dear Lord, at morning's dawn— The smile of this, Thy day— To find the night, though dark and long, Is passing fast away. I listen, Lord; Thy voice I hear In message sweet, to me.
Unfold thy wings! Send thought forever soaring Above this sense of things. The heart that lifts and sings Is not for unearned joy imploring.
There is a balm for every earthly sorrow, There is a joy for every tear we shed, There is a peace that passeth understanding, If we will as a little child be led. Oh! let us know our trials are but blessings, Each test of faith a step towards the goal Of love that has no lingering thought of selfhood, But lives in service—manna for the soul.
"Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them. "— Psalms 119:165.
My heart a new-made garden is, Where love doth flow, Where tiny seeds of kindly deeds To blossoms grow. My heart a new-made garden is— Love made it so.
By faith transformed did Enoch please the Lord And saw not death, but walked with Him on high ; By faith was Noah warned of things to come And led to hew a life-preserving ark. Faith, too, bade Abraham obey the call To journey to an unfamiliar land That should be his ; and hearkening to the word He grew to share the promise with his seed.
There is no death! Life, Truth, and Love Are infinite, unconquerable! All space is filled With Love divine. Our Father-Mother God, Who loveth all And guardeth all from harm, Is Life divine— Is infinite And cannot end.
In stillness we may hear the voice of God, Enter the forest And note the murmur of the pines As the wind moves their branches. Yet hark ! how round and underneath all this His Word breathes over quiet hearts.
A mighty , mighty love indeed, the love of Christ, Which heals and saves mankind ; A love so great it only sees and knows God's child, reflecting Mind. Within this love no hate or envy creeps, No baneful thought of criticism seeps, But tenderness sublime, Strong 'gainst the storms of time— Christ's love, forever kind ; A love which never fails, nor change doth know; A love sincere, divine, That fills the heart with truth when error strives To claim thy thought, or mine; A love that meets the need, and satisfies; That ever blesses, strengthens, purifies, And comfortingly speaks To every heart that seeks.