Poems

God answers prayer Of him who rightly prays, And there pours forth a blessing greater far Than all the urgent need Knows how to ask, When childlike trust the anxious pleading stays. Prayer must be true, A deep humility That seeks but to dissolve desire of self, And careful planning for The subtle wish That yields the mortal to divinity.

When Christ rebuked the raging winds and waves There followed a great calm. He caused to cease Not only the strong wind, but its effect Upon the sea.

Today our Saviour we may find, Still wrapped in Love's simplicity, Upspringing from the heart of Mind. Here is the infant Christ.

The splendor of the flaming sunset skies, The gold and crimson fading into rose, Upon the tranquil lake reflected lies, And here again its radiant beauty glows. So may the glories of immortal Mind, The ever-present, all-inclusive Love, Within our quiet lives reflection find And image there the beauties from above.

We seldom fully comprehend The wondrous meanings that attend The nature of our heritage As child of God. Instead, we gauge Our stature by some ill-conceived And mundane standards once achieved By mortals in the past.

All that I have, dear Father, comes from Thee: Abundant health, a home, and loving friends, Both useful work and happy times of rest, With quiet hours in which to watch and pray. How safe these are in Thy protecting care, How unassailable and ever sure.

She shared with us the bright and morning star, Her heart's discovery of endless life; For us she swung the gates of heaven ajar, Unfolding peace when everywhere was strife. As Hagar thirsted in the wilderness, Nor saw at hand the sparkling fountain play, So we, before she taught us Love's largess, Were hungered where the glistening manna lay.

I shall stand today upon the mountain, And I shall see The universe, Spiritual, ordered, majestic, Singing in pristine harmony. Established today upon my mountain, How shall I see? I shall see with the eyes of understanding.

Blind custom prods mankind to think of things Material as tangibility. All unperceptive of the glowing fact That lies beyond the symbol and the form.

To Jesus, in the silence of the night, came Nicodemus, ruler of the Jews. Had he not witnessed mighty healing works, listened in troubled wonder to the words of benediction from the Master's lips, "Come unto me.