Poems

ANGELS OF THOUGHT

Angels of thought in their heavenward flightBore on their pinions this prayer one night,Woven with love in the silent loom,Fragrant with faith through the seeming gloom:I thank Thee, Lord, for knowing,For courage to declare,Thought all to sense is darkness,The light of Truth is there.

TRANSFIGURATION

To scale the height with thee, thou Christ divine,To find my consciousness fresh filled with thine,To learn of thee in lone communion sweetAnd feel my thought go out Truth's thought to meet!Oh, then, as from the mount my steps descend—This mount of Love—I lift my eyes and seeThe poor, the sick, the sinning, needing thee,And stretch out hands to all humanity,That to the Father's house their feet may wend.

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For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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HO! COME YE TO THE WATERS!

Ho ! Come ye to the waters! Drink! No feeFor all thou drinkest shall be required of thee;For free to all this precious draft is given,To high, to low, to whole or riven,Who thirst in darkness, knowing not that here—Aye, at their side—is water pure and clear.

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LIFT UP THINE EYES

Art thou aweary, friend?

LOVE'S BOUNTY

There is no power save Love,Resistless, tender, true,In all the worlds above,The universe all through,—In heaven, on earth, and e'en in hell,Throughout all time, in every place,There omnipresent Love must dwell,As universal as is space.

GRATITUDE

I Saw the beauty of the sunrise fallUpon a foam of blossoms red and white,Stirring with nested birds whose little callOf eager life gave exquisite delight,And marveled at the heart of God! He knowsLove lies behind the flaming of the rose!

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'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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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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DE PROFUNDIS

FROM stormy deeps men cry to Thee for aid,Their suppliant pleadings lost in ocean's roar,Trembling and cowering, belittled, sore afraid,Hearing God's anger in the sea at war.
As the glorious dawn of morning lightBrings forth the foreground into sight,Revealing form and beauty rareOf mountain, forest, flowers fair,As guardian with protecting graceOf tiniest nook or largest place;So doth the glory of our LordBring to our inner sight the WordMade flesh, its truth and fullest grace,Its depths of wisdom, sweetest face;Of perfect Love, no great, no small,—Our rereward, guardian, All-in-all.

A THOUGHT FOR EVERY DAY

If you, my friend,—just you and I,—Should smile instead of worry;If, as the days and moments flyAmid life's stress and hurry,We aim to make our thoughts more kind.
To grow a little wiser day by day,To school my mind and body to obey,To keep my inner life both clean and strong,To free my heart from guile, my hands from wrong,To shut the door on hate and scorn and pride;To open them to love,—the windows wide,To meet with cheerful heart what comes to me,To turn life's discords into harmony;To share some weary worker's heavy load,To point some straying comrade to the road;To know that what I have is not my own,To feel that I am never quite alone;Be this my prayer, my task from day to day!
Into the heaven of Thy heart, O God,I lift my life like a flower;Thy light is deep and Thy love is broad,And I am not the child of an hour.
Thank God! that I have lived to see the timeWhen the great truth begins at last to findAn utterance from the deep heart of mankind,Earnest and clear, that all revenge is crime!That man is holier than a creed,—that allRestraint upon him must consult his good,Hope's sunshine linger on his prison wall,And Love look in upon his solitude.