Poems

On that portentous night in far Gethsemane Not one was found to watch and pray with thee. Oh, fatal lethargy of false, material sense That could not give this single evidence Of love and loyalty.

I have come home again unto my Father's house—at last Returned to be a son! I have repented of the past— The squandered years, the paltry husks of joys meant but for swine; And now I humbly come to claim the glory that is mine. I have come home, O Father, for the dream of sinful sense Has vanished at the healing touch of Mind's omnipotence.

Inspired thought, with all its spiritual power, Bestows on human consciousness each hour The light of Truth. Within the glow of its benevolent ray, Abiding peace exemplifies each day The power of Truth.

So sweet the mellow sunlight of the day. Lovely the glimmering silver of the night.

The sun shines on! What does it know Of earth's strange ways, Its storms and tempests, Wars and fears? And Love loves on— Until at last It outshines sin In human hearts, And heaven appears!

Let us be one in silent prayer— Our brothers' need our only care. Affirming Love their Fathers name, Their sonship true we freely claim: Heirs of the realm of radiant Mind, They guidance, grace, and peace shall find, And all the wealth of Spirit share In holy, healing, silent prayer.

Nay , Zacchaeus, you little guessed, When you beheld the Lord, How knowing him could bless mankind. What peace his law afford.

From all the nations I will gather Those who hearken to My voice. I know the thoughts I think toward you, Thoughts of peace.

Then went he down and dipped, Not once, nor twice, nor thrice. But seven times, And he was cleansed.

With what rich love each waiting hour is filled! There is no straining to scan days to be When every hour knows God's munificence. In sweet communion darkening fears are stilled And eyes tear-dimmed glimpse a new radiancy.