Poem July 1, 1996 Issue

"He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions"*

Peggy Duke-Evans

Along the tattered city streets
"Temporal debris" See Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health 289:2-4. drifts and meets
Hostile noises beneath streetlamps' glare;
Such a dismal scene calls for
Our deepest prayer!

The mortal dream of the abused, lost, and battered, Truth denies
And never affirms about mankind such lies—
False, ungodlike pictures so unkind.
Let us follow the Christ, the true, the divine,
Along ever-welcoming avenues of Mind.

Here Love is supreme, words and deeds full of care,
Breathing out pure balm of heaven's air,
Affirming to each stricken, searching soul
God's man is free, upright, pure, and whole.

*Ps. 107:20.

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