Poems

The Omnipresent

REUBEN POGSON

I now no longer say, "Where is our God?

Every Hour

F. INA BURGESS

Dear God, because Thy love all time enfolds,I shall not dwell on days that are gone by,Either to joy in them or, grieving, cry;To Thee belong the hours the past now holds.

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Man is at one with God, his heavenly source;His consciousness, serene, can only knowThe facts divine and holy power, which flowIn union true and full unbroken courseThroughout the realm of all things real; with forceUnspent, unchecked by mortal will, yet kind,Revealing the unlabored might of MindWhich man reflects—his God-ordained resource.

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My Gift

JESSIE PAFFLEY

O Father God, I thank Thee,And thanking Thee, rejoiceThat when I truly listenI clearly hear Thy voice!In quiet meditation,In humbleness I findThe solace of Thy leading,The sanctuary of Mind.

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In the Isle of Patmos

HELEN ROBERTSON WHITEHEAD

The watchfulness of ever-present LoveWould guide John still within this banishment,For otherwise the dreary monotoneOf shifting seas had grown unbearable.

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Receptivity

BUENA V. FREEMANN

Fling wide the gates and let the Christ come in,Fling wide the portals of your mental home.

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New Wine

ELIZABETH WOOLLEY

A night there was, When, doubting and severe, My weary thoughts contained in discontent Escaped In a thin cry; And, like the Psalmist, I trod softly midst the stars and questioned, Where is the place of inspiration, Where is its fountainhead?