Poems

All through the night the storm is raging, The howling wind, the torrent's roar; Destructive elements seem waging An endless fight—earth shrinks before Their seeming power—but with the morning She smiles again, her battle won; With shining tears her face adorning She greets the coming of the sun. And so may I, when storms of error Have surged about me through the night, Be still and know its phantom terror Will flee before the coming light.

As by Bethesda, weak, afflicted sore, I lie, so wearily, day after day, My hope seems centered in some troubled pool, But no one comes to help me on my way. Unmindfully, I see not present good— Self-pitying, absorbed in mine own pain; Forgetting to give thanks for what I have; Forgetting to rejoice in others' gain.

Our God is Love—before His tender caring All pain must go, all sin and sorrow cease. Our God is good, with man His goodness sharing: From Mind there flows abundant grace and peace.

A pilgrim and a stranger Upon the great highway, He learned the truth that man is The guest of God today! Disheartened, spent, forsaken, In futile quest and tryst, He rose to learn that man is Ambassador for Christ!

Oh , say not yearningly, "The Lord shall reign;" For we can know, In intimate, omnipotent control, Upon our hearth and to the farthest pole, He reigneth now; For He is Principle and operates Deep at the spring Of thought which motivates activity, Establishing perception of reality. The earth is trembling with the angel throngs, Compelling men to peace and joyful songs.

Clad in good thoughts, athwart my breast a shield, I stand against the foe, forever armed; Girt with sure confidence in Truth revealed, When thrusts of erring power would make alarmed. Salvation's helm I wear and, as I wield The sword of Spirit, flaunting fears are calmed.

Enter His gates with thanksgiving and gladness, This is the day which His wisdom hath made; Silence the fears which would hinder achievement, Service is courage, serene, undismayed. Enter His courts giving praise for His goodness, Sing and rejoice for the victory won; Service is learning the way of at-one-ment— Seeing that God and His likeness are one.

Let me not fret nor fume about the morrow With its vague fears, nor yet Brood sullenly on some past sin or sorrow, Which I would fain forget. Let not a fancied slight, nor selfish love, My thought allow, But in this present let me live and move— The eternal now.

You are God's perfect child, with no self-will To disobey His voice who says, "Be still!" You live eternally, sustained by grace, Dwelling secure within the secret place. Inseparable from good, complete, at one, You know yourself to be the Father's son.

Dear Father, all our opening hearts could hold Thou gav'st. We took our talents and went forth To trade with them, and thus increase their worth, And bring our Father interest manifold.