Poem May 2, 1994 Issue

Answered prayer

Margaret M. Pinkham

The family's all split up these days. Mom's gone, and Dad
just doesn't seem to care anymore—not really.

"FATHER-MOTHER GOD,"

It's lonely, and it's hard not to mean something to someone.

"LOVING ME,—"

My life is just a bad dream—sometimes it seems
like an unending nightmare!

"GUARD ME WHEN I SLEEP;"

Where do I go? What can I do?

"GUIDE MY LITTLE FEET"

Somewhere there must be harmony ... and peace.

"UP TO THEE."

Now, I see. In Your embrace we're always loved,
we're all Your children—together.

Note: The verses quoted are from a poem by Mary Baker Eddy, "Mother's New Year to the Little Children" (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 400).

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