Poems

COMPLETE IN THEE

Complete in Thee, we do not seeThe petty things that gender strife;Broad grows the outlook, boundless, free:Eternal good the only Life.

A HYMN

Like as the early autumn breezeGoes chanting through the hilltop treesIts joy and happiness,Let me my voice, like David, raiseIn psalms of thanks and grateful praise,And Thy great goodness bless.

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These books healed me

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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COMMUNION

This is a day of gladness, and my heartAccepts with joy and love the better part;Communes in secret with the One above,Omnipotent and omnipresent Love.

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HYMN OF PEACE

These things shall be! A loftier raceThan e'er the world hath known shall rise,With flame of freedom in their soulsAnd light of knowledge in their eyes.
IN Thy pure sight, O wondrous eyes of God,Naught but the perfect thought is ever seen;For every serpent-fear, behold, a rod!On which the erring human sense may lean.

THE VOICE OF TRUTH

THY guiding voice, O Truth, in thought I hear, Rebuking error, stilling grief and fear! My heart its healing benediction shrines; And lo, like sun-surf purpling hillside vines, A rush of radiance ripens power and cheer.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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TEACH ME

TEACH me to watch when mortal night is deepest, Assured there comes a passing of the night, When I may open wide my Father's window And point the rousing dreamer to the light.

THE VOICE OF TRUTH

THY guiding Voice, O Truth, in thought I hear,Rebuking error, stilling grief and fear!My heart its healing benediction shrines;And lo, like sun-surf purpling hillside vines,A rush of radiance ripens power and cheer—Thy guiding Voice.

SPIRITUAL SENSES

I SEE the God-thought in the tiny flowerThat peeps thro' grassy bed its timid face;And in th' emblazoned sun that hour by hourTrails countless satellites thro' boundless space.

DISCIPLESHIP

IF thou should'st look about thee in the sunlightAnd see a shaft of white within thy door,—One with a storeOf peace upon a brow transfigured, white;Christ's footfall too would thrill thy wakened ear,And by his omnipresence, and one dear,Would thy bare room be graced and glorified.

OMNIPRESENCE

I cannot doubt that Love attendsMy every step, where'er I go;No matter where the way may lead,Thy presence, Lord, dispels each woe.

THE LESSON OF PATMOS

No dwelling-place in palace walls,No cant of creed, no vain display,No cushioned couch nor gilded hallsCould mark the Revelator's way;But on a rock all drear and bare,A wave-washed, desolate abode,—The lone apostle praying thereDrew nearer to his loving God,On Patmos.