Poems

What time I came with outstretched hand, with hungering heart longing for truth and peace, With what gentleness you welcomed me, Listening kindly, letting the false words which I spoke fall to earth without a sound, Cheering the true, stirring my thought to freer air, As a woman tending plants may stir the earth, may clip and prune unwanted foliage And bring a bloom.

O mortal man bewildered, lost in dream, Searching for comfort where no comfort lies, Turn back to God, to Father-Mother Love, Away from evidence of mortal eyes; Turn back with childlike trust, and you shall know The boon of shadow in a desert land, A place of peace where tempests cannot come, Beneath the shelter of His outstretched hand.

There is no death. Man lives and moves in Mind.

Who works in quiet obedience works in peace: He hears the Father's voice, and feels His hand. From anxious planning he has won release, And where he is he finds the promised land.

Christly thoughts are like stars. When first they appear to the individual consciousness, they seem distant and indistinct; but as we continue steadfastly to behold them, they grow in beauty and number and order.

O voice of my Soul-filled thought. lake an octave within range of my performance, Make of it a simple melody, And spiral it outward.

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Now that the wild accusing throng had crept, Silenced by their own conscience, one by one Out of the temple precincts, and the loud Clamor of taunts was stilled, the accusers gone, She stood alone before this man who seemed Remote, absorbed in writing on the ground. She stood—forgetting time, and place, and fear, A strange, eternal peace had wrapped her round.

The night is black, the sea is wild, my craft is frail. The wind drives hard; I dare not use the dripping sail.

Sitting at Jesus' feet she heard his word. She, Mary, heard the word and understood, Had cars to hear the message of the Lord, And, hearing, knew the part she chose was good.