Poems

THE KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES

"There shall be showers of blessings," ran the line;I looked on every side, but saw no sign,—The heavens seemed brass.
I do not pray, O God, to TheeTo lift me high;I do not ask that there may beNo troubles IMust face in climbing up; I prayFor no man's help along the way.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

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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Gone, they tell me, is youth,...

Gone, they tell me, is youth,Gone is the strength of my life;Nothing remains but decline,Nothing but age and decay.

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A PRAYER

Dear Lord, at such time as I am deniedRoom in the inn of some heart overfilled,Where I have sued for lodging, and asideMust turn for shelter, let regret be stilled.

HOPE

Hope is no day-dream of a dim "perhaps,"Nor castle-building reverie, which sapsEndeavor of the present.
The sun comes up; and I doubt if e'erMan's eye beheld a morn so fair.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

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

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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Fear not, O little flock, the foeWho madly seeks your overthrow;Dread not his rage and power;What though your courage sometimes faints?
What is bounty but love in the giver, That waits for no plea to bestow The evergreen boon of the river To the fields that are blessed by its flow?
God give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the love of office cannot kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking:— For while the rabble with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! freedom weeps,Wrong rules the land, and waiting justice sleeps!
Ask God to give thee, dear,An eye to seeWhat doth not yet appear;And may God grant to theeAn ear to hear life's melody.

THE LIGHT SHINES ON

DARKNESS and cold and terror all about, Grief and despondency and doubt; But in the distance, lo, a light beams out, And shineth on.

TRUTH'S GENTLE APPEAL

The low, sweet voice of Truth is ringing in my ears,—Like tones of silv'ry bells, the melodies of years.