Poems

Will you go? Will you do it? Be in the world yet separate from it? Be seen washing feet? Your wellspring—Christian Science—is pure and deep; The way, pointed out by Christ — complete. "Enter into thy closet.

I once wondered, Truth is so vast, so infinite: How can I know enough of it to be able to heal? How much of God's Word must I master, I've asked myself, before I'll impart blessed comfort and relief? But then I thought of David, a simple shepherd boy— and of Goliath, arrogant fear that loomed so large! A brook full of stones, I recalled, and five chosen by David, but only one was needed to slay that fear . Then I began to see the sum total of that boundless Truth, figured by the entire collection of stones in the brook.

Sweeter than choice nectar that draws the searching bee; Surer than returning spring with birdsong's harmony; Brighter than sun's blazing orb at its most potent hour; Gentler than distilling dew refreshing leaf and flower; Stronger than prevailing wind that stirs the yielding sea— Is God's ever-present love enfolding you and me.

I ponder many times each day The great wonder called love; It's stronger than the strongest steel, More tender than a dove. The Bible tells us God is Love, The fount whence comes all life; And in this Love divine there is No fear, disease, or strife.

When each blade of grass is distinct, when every hair of your head counts, when law's jot and tittle hold import, and the joints and marrow are searched, See Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health , p. 70; see Luke 12:7; see Matt.

Lord, I long to be more like Moses, Whose obedience was not displaced. Teach me how to live Your law, And know You face to face.

When I am still and listening , I hear the immortal message breathed through the ages, as the call of my own name .

As petals open to the light with plan and purpose stirred, my thought can be in posture right, responsive to God's Word. Not mere wish, or idle pose, it shows me good to do; for just as beauty comes to the rose, Truth uplifts my view.

What were the words your finger traced on Temple courtyard ground? See John 8:1-11 . Words comforting the one accused?

What am I searching for? A soft, warm cushion of repose in matter? Or the glitter-glow of fleeting fame to illumine a desolate and dreary land? A floating far-off cloud that I can dream on? Or a place of safety built upon the sand? Love will direct to paths of true fulfillment, where ease or pride or sleep no more holds sway; where my chastened heart can open wide to challenge the shallow dreams I cherished yesterday. And so I find the law of Love's fulfilling, imparting only good which all may share, where man is found complete as God's reflection, with Love alone his motivation there.