Amid the roar of passing time and circumstance
We hear the still, small voice.
Our hearts reach upward to the thought of peace.
Gone are anxiety and the fear of fear,
The turmoil which would hide our sense of good.
Then comes to us from Soul's rich store of gifts
Release to ponder deeply, while the storm is stilled,
The great o'erbrooding goodness of our God.
Poems
PRESENCE
From the November 1934 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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