Questions & Answers
THE days of miracles are past. " We echo joyfully, No longer grope we in the clouds Of doubt or mystery.
THERE comes no sound unto thine ear—no word To prove to thy sad heart that God hath heard Thy plaintive cry? Go, shout across the sea. Wave speaks to wave; but nothing answers thee, Because no barriers are in the track, To stay thy voice and send an echo back.
When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully; And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
" He told how we should seek; not thrusting in As if Heaven heard the loudest cry; as though The gateway of the Kingdom must be forced, And a path pushed over the fallen ones: But foremost by Renunciation, first By good-will to be last; by help, not haste; By eagerness not to be saved, but save. 'Judge not, that ye, too, be not judged, He said, 'For, as ye judge, ye must be judged.
But we have sore misused, to all men's loss, The great word "God," speaking the Unspeakable With daily lips, and doing nowise well To give thereby parts, passions, qualities To the All-Being, who hath none of these; Mingling weak mortal thoughts of "Sire" and "King" In "God the Father"; and so worshipping An idol, served with muttered spell and moan, Baser than brass, and duller than dead stone; A graven image of that Glorious All Who hath no form, and Whom His Angels call By never uttered names, and Whom to see Not once hath been, and never once shall be; Who doth, in universal rule, possess Majesty, beauty, love, delightfulness; The omnipresent, conscious, Joy. 'Twere well,— If name must be—with Mary's Son to spell This unspoiled Word, mystical, free of dread, Ancient and hallowed; and by those lips said Which knew its meaning most, and called "God" so, "Eloi" in the Highest.
OUT of the sordid, the base, the untrue, Into the noble, the pure and the new; Out of the darkness of fear and sin, Spiritual harmonies to win; This is our Resurrection. Out of the bondage of sickness and pain, Out of poverty's galling chain; Into the freedom of perfect health, into the blessing of fadeless wealth; This is our Resurrection.
"And thou shalt offer every day a bullock, for a sin offering. "— Exodus xxix.
ONE gaze at that calm, radiant face, Hath made me feel the deep disgrace Of weakness; And earthly errors have been crowned With Heavenly exaltation found In meekness. Tho' pain had power, and mental woe, To bow the soul; an after-glow Of sweetness, With spiritual inspiration, lends Perceptive grace which comprehends Completeness; For Science's purifying flame hath sent The light of Heaven's glory and content,— TRUTH'S greatness!
There dwells one bright Immortal on the earth, Not known of all men. They who know her not Go hence forgotten from the House of Life, Sons of oblivion.
The Science-thought is pure and free; It whispers low and sweet to me, "How good to dwell in unity. " From Life and Love this angel flew To quicken, happify, renew; Each may re-prove the message true.