Poems

O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind      There sweeps a strain, Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind      The power of pain, And wake a white-winged angel throng      Of thoughts, illumed By faith, and breathed in raptured song,      With love perfumed. Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show      Life's burdens light.

Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound? Felt ye the power of the Word? 'Twas the Truth that made us free, And was found by you and me In the life and the love of our Lord. Mourner, it calls you,—"Come to my bosom, Love wipes your tears all away, And will lift the shade of gloom, And for you make radiant room Midst the glories of one endless day.

Born in the never-night of Arctic summer, They come from a distant, different world Of ever dawn and ever day. Yelping Hounds on high, harnessed to the wind.

Standing flat-footed on earth's floor, listening to news of recent disaster, fearing chaos will wash over us, we search the skies. Stars steadfast in their constellations.

Each spring, a crocus bursts forth our asphalt walk, and launches into bloom. Its delicate beauty intact— not torn or tattered from its rugged journey.

Beauty is a thing of life, which dwells forever in the eternal Mind and reflects the charms of His goodness in expression, form, outline, and color. — MARY BAKER EDDY.

God's mandate: Arise and dress, you're Not a "mess" But my beloved child Strong and free, reflecting me Completely satisfied. Much labor now awaits you— You're equal to the task.

Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. —Matthew 5:6 He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

I used to think, "I'm living life," With all its problems, fear, and strife— Till gently Love reshaped my thought And set me free. Now my life is redefined: No longer am I living life— Life, God, is living, loving me.

Wing of light outstretched  over streets and towns,  this church extends  beyond its walls, its roll  of members, meeting times,  to shelter and guide  all who've ever entered,  all who might drive by,  anyone whose thought  is touched, uplifted  without even knowing why.