We are not infants fearful of the night.
And all of us can witness now the birth
Of fullest wisdom, for we are mature.
We dwell in Mind. The hour we just began
Should find us at the very highest peak
Of understanding, clear and strong and sure.
And if the way seems dark, the prospect bleak,
We can arise and let in all the light.
The score of centuries which take us back
To time when shepherds saw the glorious sight
Upon the hills of Bethlehem have been
Only as moments in the sight of God.
And there are some alive who saw this earth
Before that wise New England woman clung
To what she knew of God, of man.
The claim that we can only just begin
To understand—"Our times are still too young!"—
Should limit us no more. We have no lack.
Each one of us can find, if he but seek,
The truth we know already as His plan.
In God we are content, at peace, secure.
Poems
Maturity
From the August 1961 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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