Poems

How shall we come before the Lord?

TO A PRACTITIONER

Out of the night,The long, long night.

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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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GOD'S DEAR BEHESTS

Dear God, we comeTo Thee in humble prayer,And leave the sumOf all things in Thy care.

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UNFOLDMENT

To understand your Father's wayAnd know yourself as perfect man,Strive now for good.

THE VICTOR

As morning follows darkest nightAnd shadows flee away,So error falls before the dawnOf Love's eternal day;The flowers bloom and fields are ripeWhere desolation lay.

ENABLE ME TO GIVE

O Thou , the Giver of all good,Enable me to give the gemOf kindness to my neighborhood,As did Thy Son of Bethlehem;So that Thy gifts are understoodThrough me, Thy child, in sharing them.

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Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

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THOUGHTS

Fresh as the sparkling waterfallWhose silvery streams of lightGleam on the dullness of the cragAnd make the scene more bright,

DIVINE COMFORT

Who told you he was dead?

WHEN I ASK FOR HELP

I must in consecration askAnd strive to lift my thought aboveThe transient dream;Turn humbly to my Father-Mother LoveWith childlike trust;The moments dedicate anewThat I may know the victory once againOf good, and wakeJoyous and free at last from fear and pain—Thus truth I seek.

DAY OF REJOICING

Father, no weary hour is mine;No sadness cumbers me;Thy loving-kindness gives me strengthAnd joy unceasingly.

A WATERED GARDEN

My consciousness was barren ground, a wasteWhere nothing flourished but a spurious cropOf false belief.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD

"Be still, and know that I am God"—Divine demand, "Be still, and know.