Questions & Answers

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.

Give me enthusiasm for Thy work; Increase my zeal that I may use each hour For Thee. Anoint my soul.

Israel at large in the wilderness, homeless, afraid, Children wondering at the thundering host Of Egypt's armies when their chariots came Over the desolate dunes. Could Spirit frame A trap for helplessness? Were they all lost? Then with moral courage Moses prayed In righteous protest that his fear depart.

Even a cloud was bright where Jesus came, And from its midst the Father spoke his name. For you who wait on Christ, for you and you, The cloud must part and let the light shine through.