Poem August 25, 2025 Issue

Pick me up

William Ward

A young child reaches both arms up
To the caregiver with him.
It is a natural thing to do—
A gesture, a request, a plea
For help, for care, for closeness,
For a better, more elevated view
Secure in larger, loving arms.

So we, “like tired children,”
Turn ourselves “to the arms of divine Love,” ¹
Confident in the comfort and care
Of our Father-Mother God.

William Ward

¹Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 322.

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