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Bright vision of omnipotence, Entrusted to mortal sight, Lifting up the traveler With tenderness and might; O let us not forgetful be Of our response to you, But keep our vision so unselfed That waiting thoughts May find their way Through our reflected view. Flora F.
I know of Thee that Thou art power; Thou leadest me through every hour; That on Thee I can rely, For Thou art ever my supply— Supply of love and gratitude, Supply of everything that's good, Supply of peace and joy and wealth, Supply of happiness and health, And of contentment. Thus I find My only home to be in Mind, The Mind that is eternity, The Mind I pray to be in me, The Christ-mind,—'tis the only one, And makes of me my Father's son.
What splendor surpasses the dawning of the sunrise? The dawn of Truth within a shadowed heart; Sweet as a thousand scents of dewy morning Tenderly whispering. Evil has no part.
Rebellious Israel spake against the Lord, How irksome seemed obedience to His word; Then came the fiery serpents, and in pain, With tears repentant sought they Him again. But Moses with his pure uplifted thought Glimpsed this great truth—that God created naught That poisonous or harmful e'er could be; And, symbolizing this where all could see, He raised the brazen serpent on a pole, And all who looked, obeying, were made whole.
In the deep shadows of the past I dwelt, and ever seemed distressed; I looked ahead, and could not find A gleam of hope or rest. Then Christian Science came with promise sweet Of joy in the eternal now; To-day I every moment greet, Grateful that God has shown me how.
A vine beside a window grew— An open window; creeping through, It found, in semi-darkened hall, A bare expanse of barren wall. Days passed, nor leaf nor flower was seen; A tiny tendril softly green Extended, lengthening day by day, Beside the stair, a weary way.
What is hope? "Tis but a seedling Rooting in the sod, Which with timid strength, upheaving, Lifts at last the clod Of the senses' deep depression, Finding thus the light And the promise of fruition,— Understanding's might.
" What is truth?" a man of power once asked Before an angry crowd, who firmly stood Demanding God's elect should then be led To give up Life, they thought, through human blood. These people could not grasp how God's idea In other form than mortal man could be: The very truth they sought was present there.
We thought when we were troubled, or in sorrow, or in pain, If our pow'r of will redoubled we perhaps could smile again; We would try to keep our dear ones from the sorrow they would feel If we dropped the forced appearance of a joy that was not real. And we sometimes quite succeeded in our effort—for a time; But a stronger pow'r was needed; pain can will pow'r undermine.
The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance. —Gal.