Poems

I never felt an exultation; never any day in all my life did I feel lifted higher than the daily round. Selling what men wanted for a price, I was not really living, but moved unstirred, earthbound.

Thank you, God, I am healed! Your truth appears clearer, Love, even nearer, material law, repealed. Like a ring in water, the healing is spreading, widening, heading for hearts that are opening.

With the obtuse vision of a walker in fog— not valley fog, heath fog, exterior weather, but mind fog, storm thoughts, a life clenched in grayness of purpose, years without sunlight or promise of sun— with such vision, with such lack of vision, I heard through the dank weight of numbness a clarion voice. The tight mist fanned loosely for a moment before bleakness compressed me again, but I found myself moving toward it, that voice.

May the whole earth be deluged with light like a sunburst in world thought, filling the horizons everywhere: By whatever name, whatever phrase, in whatever tongue, beyond all stalemate, above all creed— oneness prevails, reality presides, ineluctable Principle governs. May world-awakening unman the mainstays of resistance— the fallacy of many minds, the illogic of self-destiny— transmute strongholds; transpose walls of separation to friendly containments where Love is All-in-all, chains of slavery meld to bonds of unity and affection, and prisons send forth seekers after light.

Prayer isn't a handy mortal tool for anxiously twisting open a faucet of Spirit— to somehow start God's voice flowing. Listening is a heartfelt dismissal of illusionary mortal sense— a keen, new look at eternity, revealing untwistable Principle.

I would be like that great woman of Shunem. I would have all love for God's prophecy so embedded in faith that I could turn away belief of hopelessness—loss and grief— for trust in the Father that no dread thing can quell.

Naaman laid aside arrogant national and self-willed pride that claimed his name and became again as he was before (before the world was, before the claim came). Little wonder then that right when his dipping act symbolized this fact his flesh shone undefiled as of a little child! HAZEL VALERY KNIGHT.

The lamb is humility's symbol. May I be a lamb— whose glory is meekness— yielding all will to the guidance of God! The star is a symbol of light in darkness.

You know Lord what my Isaac means to me how long awaited how greatly cherished and yet Lord to do Your will is more to me than Isaac and so like Abraham before the ready ram is seen I offer up my Isaac and if there is no ram for me still I offer up my Isaac. BARBARA L.

Marking the lesson for the week— strengthening! Pursued, child-eager, Truth's passages contained, though not confined, within my two authorities appear .