I have no enemy, unless it be
A shadowy concept, Lord, of Thee
In my own thought, as when a trail of cloud
Will film the sun and earth enshroud
In shadows grim, despite the sunbeam's glow!
Since Thou art All and good, I know
That hatred, malice, sickness, loss, and fears
Are false; yet suffering, and bitter tears
That sometimes hot and searing briefly flow,
Serve friendly purpose, if my heart shall grow
A little sweeter, purged of sin or pride,
And I draw closer to Thy side.

Poems
NO ENEMY
From the February 1934 issue of The Christian Science Journal