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Parable and Prayer

From the September 1947 issue of The Christian Science Journal


The morning sun, at periods twice-yearly, Selects my neighbor's house and deftly plays Straight through both windows east and west, and clearly Lights up the western lawn, and seems to raise That house from realm of bulk—seems to remold Its shape as avenue for weightless gold. Let me perceive my neighbor's path to be Throughout all seasons, in all ways, aligned In such resplendent receptivity.