Article May 23, 2011 Issue

Our one true Parent

By Robin Hoagland

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain. . . .

About the author

Robin Hoagland is a practitioner and teacher of Christian Science in Hyannis, Massachusetts, and a  member of the Christian Science Board of Lectureship. She and her husband live on Cape Cod.

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