Poem August 2, 2021 Issue

There is no woe to pass

Robert Witney

Our days are as the grass,
and we flourish in the field.

We see through the dark glass,
but Love’s clear vision reveals

eternal truths of Life—
God’s presence through all time.

Then every dream of strife
disappears at waking’s chime.

We, with holier mission,
continue the upward climb.

Soul meets each petition
with the guiding hand of Mind.

All bliss lives within us
as we love, and pray, and heal.

“There is no woe to pass,
joy dwells in all that is real.” ¹

Robert Witney

¹ Mary Baker Eddy to John Carroll Lathrop, August 27, 1905, L04287, The Mary Baker Eddy Library; © The Mary Baker Eddy Collection

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