Poem November 29, 2010 Issue

Our Way-shower

Marion Pierpont

"I can of mine own self do nothing . . ."
—you quietly praised Mind's higher source.

"Why callest thou me good? . . ."
—you humbly turned to Love's healing force.

"The damsel is not dead, but sleepeth . . ."
—refusing the scorn, you healed remorse.

"Be not afraid, only believe . . ."
—compassion and confidence set your course.

Accept this promise; these works are ours, too
—as thought reaches Christward to follow through

Give, alive with faith; prove what prayer can do
to bless the world through Love's example—you!

— Marion Pierpont

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