Poems

Plenty

ADRIENNE HAIGH

You need not envy me, dear friend;You have as much as I.

When earthly joys are broken reeds,And all their hopes have fled,Then God puts out His loving handAnd gently am I ledTo higher, purer realms of Mind,Where prayerfully I proveThat deeper joy and higher hopeThat comes from trusting Love.

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This Radiant Way

MYRTLE ELLA ROBERTSON

Acknowledging the truth that all is well,Accepting, "Now are we the sons of God,"Believing, understanding, Love is All—With these essential joyful tidings shod,We can go forward, bearing precious gifts,Witnessing to Truth and harmony,Expecting throngs to walk this radiant way,Knowing surely that the truth makes free!

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All Space Is His

LEETHA JOURNEY HOFELLER

They said a battle raged today somewhere—A place that bore an unfamiliar name,A fortressed island, and my thought turned thereTortured with fear, until, as evening came,I prayed and heard a still small voice come through,Tender with Love's dear promise to my heart:"God's kingdom, child of mine, is here in you;You have no consciousness nor life apartFrom Him who knows no time and fills all space.

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God Is

JENNIE L. PHILLIPS

God is my joy in the morningThat heralds a glad new day;God is my strength at noontide.

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Love's Healing Streams

ALEXANDER A. LE M. SIMPSON

When the world's fierce, tempestuous error weighsWith all its burden of unreal days,Dulling the heart, how sweet to wander byUntroubled waters or a dimpling stream,And with glad heart of praiseTurn thought to HimWhose love is ever nigh,Whose government supremeNo evil mars,No hate nor terror jars,Nor darkness glooms, nor bitter envy sears,But omnipresent lightRejoices all our sight;And then to drop those faithless thoughts and dim,Dissolve to nothing those dull fearsIn His all-mantling love,And knowing Him,Trusting that careTill now unreckoned of,Wake from perturbed dreamsAnd hear,Within the heart, music of heaven's streams,As spiritual.

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Perspective Continuance

ROBERT MUNSON HOWE

Some keep saying,"I wonder if the peace will be lasting.

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A Cup of Cold Water

MADGE ELDER

There is a well of waters, still and deep,Unfathomed depths of healing tenderness;But we have let rank overgrowths now creepAnd hide the path to waters that should bless.