Inspirational verse submitted by readers.
Poems
Voyage to discovery Seemed always to be quite straight Forward. From here to there.
I pray to rid me of complacency— that lukewarm state that turns to tepid tedium each task we do for church. I search my consciousness for any cold unfeeling thought that cools the ardor of my early love and fools me into thinking lukewarm letter can do the work of Spirit's fire.
Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. (Habakkuk 2:2) I had practiced my testimony in all the spare moments of my days, and, when Wednesday evening came, the testimony was given.
"The Gabriel of His presence has no contests. "—Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, page 567.
He washes my feet. Poor stumbling Peter balked To see him kneeling slavelike with the bowl.
The quiet touch, The tender word, Resolve sufficient for the deed; A love for God Beyond all else, An urge to succor and to feed; Enough of patience, A store of cheer To wait the flowering of the seed: These the gifts The Father sends To help us meet a brother's need. JEAN B.
church is the crucible in which our consecration is refined, our patience is tested, zeal is tempered, hatred melts— the sanctuary in which our silent prayer is practiced, our longings find answer, our peace is renewed, our hearts yield to healing— the Lord's house where all are one family, Christ speaks to each heart, and God, good, reigns supreme. MARY McCONNEL DAVIS.
Well then .
No tremor of fear, heat, or tide Of human opinion can change The evidence of Spirit. Mortal beliefs, fallacious and fiery, Erupt like lava—then fall Into dust/nothingness.
Inspiration received is not time-locked— a treasure belonging to yesteryear/yesterday or a will-be to be had again someday. Once gained, it is ours always.