A haven of peace where storms and clouds subside,
Through earnest prayer and joyous consecration.
A mountaintop to meet God face to face
And drink once more the wine of inspiration.
A sanctuary where Christ alone is seen,
That healing Christ which stills all wrong desire.
A secret place where thought is purified
In holy flames of pentecostal fire.
Poems
THE READING ROOM
From the July 1946 issue of The Christian Science Journal