Poems

Dear Love, hallow this house which Thou hast built— The windows of our eyes that we may see The ever wider visions that Thou wilt Unfold, man and creation one with Thee. Hallow its rock, the firmness of our stand In Truth, its ample doorways, symbols of Our open arms and of each outstretched hand To welcome strangers, all Thy children, Love; Upon the altar of each humble heart Inscribe Thy name; forever dedicate Desires and will to see Thee as Thou art— Author and finisher on whom we wait.

Day after day I lay beside the gate called Beautiful, where I asked alms of men who came to pray. Now, I was lame from birth; and kindly friends, who daily laid me there, would question why I chose the temple gate and not the wayside or the market place, where I would surely reap much richer gain.

There is no mystery: the truth of being Was lived by Jesus so that we could see That knowing Truth bestows the living fountain From which Christ-healing springs eternally. It is not miracle: the quenchless Spirit Girds in eternal law the living way; The scope of Mind, illimitable, unfettered, Makes plain the open tomb at break of day.

Pressing unnoticed through the jostling crowd, She came behind the Master, confident That this, the promised one, was God-endowed To heal the sick and govern each event. Could she but touch his clothes! With groping hand She found his garment's hem; her only guide Her faith.

Dear Father-Mother, God, Thou madest me still, More still than the silent night. Thou madest me pure, Purer than noontide whiteness.

We need not plead with God to take away Our ills. But when we listen and are still, We hear the Father's voice.

Cascading waters filled the gorge, And shadowy dawn still wrapped its edge, When first I saw a slender girl Kneeling on the rocky ledge. She held a graceful earthen jar And watched the plunging waters skim Its sides, then spiral through the mouth And fill it, bubbling, to the brim.

White wings of inspiration led me high Where Mind reveals infinity's all-power Unfolding secrets of the healing Christ, Of perfect law that governs every hour. White wings of inspiration held me high Above the idols known to humankind And subtle dualism's claim to more Than one inclusive, omnipresent Mind.

Walk the straight way of Truth! Free from beliefs of fear, self-will, and pride, Joy and dominion know, and as you go Your strength in Spirit find, ideas of Mind, Companions bright, and Love the gentle guide.

There was a bounty at Zarephath Hidden from the world. The widow had only a little meal in a barrel, A little oil in a cruse.