Only the pure in heart can sing the song
That heals bewildered thought, that solves a wrong.
While mortals chant their praise to things—mere things—
And strum unskillful sounds on lifeless strings,
The harmonies of Spirit hour by hour
Reveal themselves as peace and skill and power.
How vast the concord of reality!
How rich the melodies! Pure thought is free
To follow faith's crescendo, to live the art
That Mind bestows on man, that truths impart;
Even the innocent thought, naive, untried,
Yields its sweet tones to affection sanctified.
Listening to Godlike thoughts, profound
With praise of good, annuls discordant sound.
Harmony reigns as Truth and Love renew
The Master's promise, "Peace I leave with you."
Poems
Pure Thoughts Are Peace
John 14:27
From the August 1960 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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