Questions & Answers
The wisdom that was Solomon's Came from a heart that understood The Father's great beneficence, The universal power of good. So we, in seeking guidance, may Turn to the one all-knowing friend To find that love in wisdom dwells, And wisdom must on Love depend.
Oh, rise up from the city of Cain, City of loneliness, lying apart In the shadowy depths of the land of Nod, Land of wandering. Rise up now, and fear not the darkness, The dream-haunted darkness of Cain, the journey From city to city in steady procession, Cities past numbering: Shushan, Babylon, Sodom, Nineveh, Tyre, Damascus, The path, rising steep into Nazareth and Bethlehem, Ever ascending.
On placid lake and mountain trail I sought Contentment's quiet ways, but yearning thought Was not appeased by aimless wandering. I loved earth's promise, but some nameless thing Robbed me of joy and peace.
I am where I am under God's law. His way lies open for my progress, free.
I shall be still today, That I may know Christ walks earth's troubled sea Of anxious thought To calm unrest. Then in the silence Of the "Peace, be still" The Christ will bid me "Come.
Just as a little child will take the hand Outstretched to steady his first steps, and smiles With sweet simplicity and with full trust, Not questioning the one whose love he feels, So may we trust our Father-Mother God, And lovingly accept God's hand to guide Each step we take. And may we put aside Long-cherished plans, false pride, and every fear, And, meekly trusting in God's love for us, Strive more and more His laws to understand.
Our Father in heaven, and our Mother, Grant us to strongly feel The pure animation of Thy will. Bless us with patience.
When, through the lens of Spirit, vision clears, Material dimness, all that makes less sure Our trust in God's all-power, disappears. The focus is on peace when thought is pure.
Man dwells within the strifeless realm of Love; No wilderness of hate or want is there, Nor prodigal illusion challenging Man's status as the Father's beloved heir. All goodness God bestows upon His child; The husks and hunger come from dreams, mist-spun.
The shepherd loves his sheep. The little lambs he leads into the fold caressingly.