Questions & Answers
What have we here wherewith to medicine The endless frictions of contracting days? What magic will release thought prisoned in The deadly routines of our mortal ways? Is there no alchemy that may transmute A leaden selfishness to love's pure gold? No argument by which we may refute The accusations conscienceless and cold? A star has risen whose clear light will bathe In lambent fire the stones beneath our feet, Whose life, rich-burgeoning, in joy will wreathe With laurel all our symbols of defeat. Through Christly service is true freedom found; In love of God shall love for man abound.
Here find the vision of that clear, creative light of which dark chaos dreamt and still is dreaming, drawing the mind and heart up and above illusive cloud of temporal seeming. Freed from old earthward drag, here find a new direction; blessed by this quiet, find complete divine protection.
He spoke of lilies given such attire As that to which no monarch would aspire. He spoke of sparrows, who were always able To feed in plenty from the Father's table.
Think not that hope deep buried in the heart Is helpless, even dead, or has no part In Love's completeness. Watered from the spring Of Spirit, hope remains a living thing.
True joy is mine today, For I can see That what God saw was good Is now, eternally. It was not one great shout So long ago And then a dreary silence.
In God's equipollence The pressure is even: Within and without Is the kingdom of heaven. Our balance is justice, The justice of Love; We are held in the Christ, Where we live and we move.
" Father , the hour is come. " So Jesus said (His work well done); His glorious heritage, before him spread, Outshone the sun.
Today is new— A time for thinking fresh thoughts. It does not repeat or imitate Last week, last month, last year.
If I expect the healing truth to pour Into my heart, I must provide a place Where innocence will dwell for evermore. With open mind, with head upraised in trust, With pure and gentle love, with unveiled face, I shall lift thought to God and, meek and mild, Just find myself in Him.
Let the Father speak! Do not enlighten Him. You cannot anyway.