I cannot see ... I do not understand ... I don't see why . . .
If he or she would go or stay ... do or undo . . . say or unsay . . .
If only this were so, or that . . .
I then could truly say, "I thank Thee, Father."
I then could honestly rejoice and be and do and have
The fullness that I know is mine.
But when the stone was rolled away from Lazarus' tomb, Jesus said,
"Father, I thank thee."
Just the stone was rolled away—nothing more;
The human evidence of death, decay, still seemed to be.
And yet he said, "Father, I thank thee,"
And Lazarus was free!
With love transcending human love our Leader worked
That we might know the law our Master knew;
That we might see the tomb is mortal thinking;
That death is simply human hate and fear,
The stone evil intent to deny man's perfect being.
How can we say then, "God, I cannot see"?
Poems
"Father, I thank thee"
From the July 1950 issue of The Christian Science Journal