After the passing of my younger brother in the First World War my grief was overwhelming. One day I saw some people going into a Church of Christ, Scientist, and I decided to attend the service there. The first hymn sung by the large congregation was "Communion Hymn" by Mrs. Eddy, which includes the words (Poems, p. 75):
"Mourner, it calls you,—'Come to my bosom,
Love wipes your tears all away,
And will lift the shade of gloom,
And for you make radiant room
Midst the glories of one endless day.' "
During the service I was comforted by the thought that my brother was in reality spiritual and so could not be separated from God, who is Spirit, whether he was on this plane of existence or another. A consistent study of Christian Science began from that day forward, and I was beautifully healed of my grief.
