Poems

Why fear the wilderness? Although at first It may seem desolation, nothing more, Yet this experience is meant to be One of progression to a higher goal. Here Hagar, wandering blindly, cut adrift From safe, familiar moorings she had known, For the first time could hear the angel voice Which bade her rise and trust the care of God.

What , tempted with discouragement? After a day in the dusty villages and steaming lanes, in the press of self-centered multitudes in the noisy market, a day of mental combat and earnest deep endeavor, "he, could there do no mighty work" because of their unbelief. Ah, but Truth is always at our side— not now true, now untrue, but forever immutable, irresistible, irreversible; Truth ever apparent, our most dear companion, perpetually operative through the power of Love to comfort, bless, and cure; and even there "he laid his hands upon a few sick folk.

The young lambs Must not stray far, For wolves are waiting; Their very tenderness makes them Easy prey to the ruthless Animal appetite. The Master Carried the lambs in his bosom.

Christmas is a challenge, A reminder to emulate the ways of Jesus, Who with Christly thoughts Conquered sin and death. Christmas is a beacon light, A quality of thought, A consciousness that Truth is everywhere.

Reflection of Life, Soul's joy untold, Principle-governed, Mind-controlled; Secure in Truth, which knows man whole, Dominion, perfection, his destined role; 'With substance of Spirit, with Love replete, The image and likeness of God, complete.

" Your boy is gone!" These were the words I heard; Then black despair enveloped me. But what was this they said? His last words were, "Where's Mum?" Ah! where? Thank God, he really knew Just where I was, where he still was, Abiding in the secret place, In consciousness of Truth and Love, Where man must ever be.

There came a call for help. The tempter spake, "No, not for you this work to undertake.

" Let us unite in silent prayer. " Dear God, The truth is here for all; let each one find New joy, new strength, a deeper confidence That as Thy son he lives today in Mind!

He is not servile who is meek. In meekness one finds might To spurn the tyrant's galling yoke And triumph in the right.

The snow-clad mountain height At early break of day Reflects the sun's first light, Though drear and dark below. And so I climb in Mind, When doubt and fear assail; Lo, there the light I find Dispels the dark below.