Poems

This is a holy place, In which God's love, Made manifest In word of Truth, Outreaches time and space And draws the weary And the heavy laden Home. Eulalie Jones.

"A door was opened unto me of the Lord" ( II Cor. 2:12 ) Opening the office door (never closed in reality), I pause a moment.

Let me remember all Thy mercies, Lord, With grateful understanding of Thy Word: How at a time when hope and joy had fled, And doubt obscured the narrow path ahead, A shining rift within the clouds of sense Unveiled Thy glorious omnipotence Upon the mount, revealing unity Of God and man as truth that makes men free From sin and sickness, every earthly ill. Let me remember—Thou art with me still.

As I reflect the love of God Whose presence sin cannot endure, Who makes and keeps His children pure, In blessedness I'll rest secure. As we express the love of God, No hint of doubt or jealousy, Nor shadow of disloyalty Will mar our perfect constancy.

Quiet was the night; There were no hallelujahs, No long, loud, brilliant shouts of praise. Jesus was born: the fact unheralded But for one lone star which Bravely, Humbly Lighted the way.

Sweetness of nativity, the quiet growth, the heart preparing, focusing identity, adjustment to a life of sharing— Was this the glow that Mary felt when she had her angel vision? Did she thrill to know the child, to learn the greatness of his mission? Dear Christ, never born nor dying, now appearing, saving, freeing, gentle dawn of light within me! Joy to know thee fills my being. Fenella Farrar Bennetts.

It may have been cold, as it is now (we stand shivering in wool and fur) with a stable—said to have been down there— no fit place for a child newborn or his young mother, bedded on straw. The telling's all smoothed to the sound of a song.

With open books I pray, "Thy kingdom come," and seek through cherished pages, line by line, increasing understanding of the Father's pure design. My morning light.

Through Science we may learn to look above The cramping claims of sense to boundless Soul, Obey the gentle Christ command to love, And thereby gain our spiritual goal. Joseph W.

"How are you?" friends ask you daily; God tells us how we are, how man is. How is God's son? Shining and quenchless, steadfast, pure, is how Mind made him out of His light— His radiant one.