Article February 21, 1925 Issue

"A morning without clouds"

VIOLET KER SEYMER

THE serenity of a little child is a state many long for, when cares and responsibilities press on them and sunshine appears fitful. David speaks joyously of "a morning without clouds;" and such a morning rises only in the daysprings of divine Love. Even the child seems to be a small storm center when gusts of self-will and temper blow over it. The adult—who, after all, is but a child grown up—seems at times to be shaken by rougher storms; and his horizon is sometimes overshadowed by dense clouds of sickness, fear, and sorrow. To many, such an event as "a morning without clouds" seems almost unthinkable. Not realizing that spiritual peace is attainable here and now, the majority of mankind vaguely look to a future state for rest from toil and release from care.

Beside a rushing mountain stream, bounding aimlessly over boulders, gathering in its course all kinds of débris,—broken boughs, uprooted weeds,—and trapping them in its whirlpools, the writer beheld a clump of primroses rooted on a mossy mound overhanging a noisy waterfall, a vision of serene, selfless beauty. The primrose plant, though stationary, was not idle, not fruitless, not useless. Content with blossoming abundantly, it did not plead the excuse of a restless, noisy environment. On the contrary, the quiet plant seemed to convey a sense of peace which, hushing the clamor of the brook, enabled one to hear the tender call of divine Love, that readily falls on every listening ear.

In "Retrospection and Introspection" (p. 89) Mrs. Eddy speaks of "eternal stillness and immovable Love." Could mankind but suspend its rush, and rest mentally for a moment, listening to this call of divine Love, its pure message would penetrate the heart, tenderly melting its hardness, soothing its sorrow, bearing away its tears and its fears. Divine Love alone is cloudless; and the heart which, in self-forgetfulness, abides in "immovable Love," is learning the sweet lessons of "a morning without clouds." Mrs. Eddy writes (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 355), "Let no clouds of sin gather and fall in mist and showers from thine own mental atmosphere." Keeping thus with God, such a one is lovingly protected from fretful fear and haste, and walks serenely on in childlike humility and grateful confidence.

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