My consciousness, like Hagar's, can remove
From desert-burning drought to clearest source
Of bubbling water, well of inspiration,
To drink from, make my own, and know. Old fears
Which have beleaguered me can rise and go,
Banished forever by His host of angels:
My city's sure defense, given in fiery
Legions by my God. And loaves which seem
So scant and few will multiply to fare
Still unimagined as I let the Christ
Reveal to me my ever-present good.
I need not change a thing. Only my eyes,
Or spiritual sense, awakening shall claim
Safety, sustenance, and peace as mine.
True vision from all error brings release.
Poems
Nothing to Change
From the May 1961 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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