And Jesus wept.
He who had said,
"I am the resurrection,
and the life,"
could prove unreal the bitter dream of death.
None knew,
as he, the unreality
of all the sorrow, ignorance, and sin;
he found
the peace of God.
He who could say,
"My peace I give to you,"
who said his joy
no man could take away,
could view the world's pain as an unreal dream,
yet yearned
to heal and comfort all.
Dear God,
may we,
beholding as unreal
this mortal dream of agony and strife,
not pass
with careless eye the suffering throng,
but e'en as he,
the Saviour, strove and yearned
to gather all beneath Love's outstretched wings,
so may we see our suffering brothers' needs,
and sending forth
Love's healing balm,
include the whole world in our heart's embrace.
For Jesus loved.
Poems
LOVE'S COMPASSION
From the May 1942 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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