Questions & Answers
As surely as the dawn will break after the darkest night; As surely as the birds will sing before the morning's light; As surely as the buds unfold before the flowers appear, So healing is inevitable when Love has conquered fear. To him who sees the angel host upon the mountainside; To him who sees the well of water when tears of self are dried; To him who thanks God first of all and waits not for the light, Shall surely come the healing sign, the proof, that all is right.
Let not the troubled senses dim The light of God's fair day: Beyond the seeming, seek and find Love's bright, eternal ray. Claim now the verities of Life, The gift of endless good That lies within the shining bounds Of heaven understood.
Dear Master, we would leave our nets Of willful strivings, unpaid debts, Self-centered hopes, and vain regrets To follow Thee! For Thou wilt teach us to release False fears that pure love may increase Within our hearts to bring us peace, And we shall see Unclean things cleansed, diseases healed, Sin cast out, true Life revealed— True Life to which the grave must yield Its victory!
God loves immediacy! From His holy height See the swift splendor voiced so long ago: "God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
Dear Father-Mother God, so near To bless us in this sacred hour, With gratitude for Truth most dear Our hearts rejoice in Love's all-power. Through open floodgates we would know The rich, full measure of Thy grace That, as we part, Love's overflow Might spread to every darkened place Where fear, and pain, and muddled creeds Are causing hearts which shrink in doubt, Yet strive to meet the world's great needs, To shut Thy healing message out.
The portion that my father gave Was generous, so far exceeding every need, And yet to feel this as my own Is not what I remember now; Nor yet the journey into a far country, Each step to suit my will and erring mood: Nor yet the wild abandon as I spent my all, A prodigal, nor recked the lessons Of the years within my father's home. Not even to rehearse my degradation I would wish, when in the depths I ate the very husks for daily food.
Dear Father, but a few months hence These lads go forth. Keep Thou my lens of consciousness From slightest spot so free That brilliant rays of Truth divine, Emitted straight from Thee, Pass through with perfect clarity And come to focus bright In youthful hearts, and kindle there A steady, glowing light.
I stood within the vale of indecision With heavy heart and vision blurred and dim; I did not know which way to go— And so I turned to Him. Beseeching earnestly, humbly, I prayed, Dear God, show me the way! When I arose from bended knee, The light of day enveloped me; The sun shone forth in all its splendor, A voice so loving, meek, and tender, So clear, I heard Him say, My child, this is the way.
" Why seek for man in matter— The living in the dead? He is not here, but risen," The angel message said. Man is the child of Spirit; His substance, changeless Soul— Immutable, unfettered, Diseaseless, sinless, whole.
Never an idea of God but holds in itself completeness, As the common wayside flower has sun and sod to sustain it, As the tiny bursting seed has within all the tree is needing. For every rising tide there is a law to detain it.