Measured by mortals into old and new,
The year is limited to certain days.
Above, beyond this transient, earth-bound view,
Eternity awaits the inspired gaze.
There is no sadness with the closing year,
No human striving with the dawning span,
No resolutions made with pride and fear,
When we have glimpsed the harmony of man.
God does not measure time: one day with Him
Is as a thousand years; He bids us turn
Our eyes with inward vision, never dim,
Upon eternity, His time to learn.
Here are no solar limits: endless, free,
God's year is crowned with immortality.
Poems
The Year
From the January 1950 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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