Questions & Answers

Thought is a wondrous crucible, Wherein ores dull and gray May be transmuted into gems Of truth to light our way. There lurking doubt becomes true faith That gleams like stars above; There sorrow is transformed to joy; There hate is turned to love.

Time is a myth. Oh, think what this can mean To all who harbor past regret, Or have a secret dread of ills The future might beget.

The present moment only is all that we possess, Is all the time allotted to work in and progress, And enough, remember, for safety and success— Wisdom's wise provision for our happiness! Wisdom's wise provision for our highest good, For our best attainment, for true brotherhood, For eternal heaven to be understood!

The promise still stands, serene, secure, "I do set my bow in the cloud .

Jesus had let the disciples go, As he stayed behind to pray; Alone they started to toil and row The boat on their homeward way. The night was dark and the waves were high As their way they slowly made, When, lo, their teacher and friend drew nigh: "It is I; be not afraid.

Let angel thought, on quiet wing, Love's tender touch of comfort bring; Let Truth uncover error's claim, Let Principle its power proclaim, Let Mind inspire, uplift, reveal Perfection as the one ideal. Christ's healing touch dispels all sin; It is God's gift.

I remember how in growing years, when fearful or alarmed, I ran to mother's outstretched arms for comfort, and was calmed; And as the years unfolded, still in hours of fear or stress, Like as in childhood's troubled days, I sought her tenderness; O mother heart, in comfort's art, where can I find your counterpart! "As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you. " It is the voice of Love I hear, and hope springs up anew As now I see that thoughts of God a consolation hold, Reflected in that mother love which comforted of old.

" Seek higher ground, Turn not a backward glance ; Your safety is on yonder mountain height. " Thus spake the angel visitors.

Tender, eternal Science, now we find, by thee instructed, clarity of mind; by careful thought, precisely followed through, we learn that good and good alone is true. We learn the universe, by Spirit made, in no material balance can be weighed, and man, the image of unerring Mind, is never in material form confined.

AGAIN STAR AND SONG The truly wise still see a star to guide them To ways of peace. The shepherd heart still hears a song foretelling A world's release.