Poems

Intrepid traveler, carry your lantern high; so many travel darkened roads these days. O wayfarer, hear their cry, and answer back with gratitude and praise for only one creator, governing all, holding His own children near and dear.

I sighed to drop my load Where Love's sweet waters flowed, And yet was loath to drop the self that sighed, That with self-pitying tongue To its vain being clung And would not quite forgo its foolish pride. But God's swift angel came With heavenly love aflame And sternly bade me that sad self deny; After with accents mild Called me His well-loved child And bade me gently on His arms rely, And then to strive no more, But close the closet door, Be silent there, and listen what He saith: "Look inward to the shrine Where perfect Love divine Tears down the tattered veil of birth and death.

A teacher , great as he was humble, lived that he might give divine philosophy. Could we but remember through the day the Love-prompted words he came to say! The Lord's Prayer thus begins: " Our Father.

The still, small voice that ever guides Despite the tumult and the clatter Of earthly witness that records The false report of mindless matter— Herein is love. To know Mind's watchful care and find The path made straight for feet that falter, Divine bestowal of all good, Unmeasured good that cannot alter— Herein is love.

" Is it well with the child?" "It is well. " From his high estate God's child never fell.

I, their jailer, heard them sing and pray, And felt the awful earthquake shake them free; The blame, the Roman blame, for their escape Must fall on me. I seized the sword to end my hated life, But in the darkness felt Paul's hand.

Not through the valleys lies the road of patience, but over lofty peaks of right desire, on every hand the wonders of God's presence and Soul's serene and sun-bright atmosphere. Not through the slough of tedium and depression the road of patience runs, but on the hills of firm resolve and steadfast recognition that man expresses God and never fails.

Ah , to have rested then, On the vision, At point of revelation! To have leaned on the words flung From wall to wall of rock. But the commission? "Go quickly.

I moved with joy about the room Till all within was gleaming, fair; Then rested, waited patiently, And suddenly my guest was there! So let me cleanse this heart of mine, Free from all thought of self and sin. Then wait with joy and Love enthroned, So that the Christ may enter in.

Not without reason did the Master first Appear to her on resurrection day. Of those who followed him, none did more thirst For deeper knowledge of the Christly way.