Poems

THE VICTOR

He lifts his lyre on highIn the heavy stillness around;He lifts his lyre on highAnd smites it in fervent emotion,Singing with sweetness new-found.

THE UNSPOKEN PRAYER

There is a prayer of thanks no child of earthCan voice in words.

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Changing your world

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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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RECOMPENSE

My hands that were reaching so eagerly outHave closed on the hilt of a star;My eyes that were scanning the waters of doubtHave visioned the harbor afar.

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TIME AND ETERNITY

Out of the darkness flames the light—A lark takes wing.

JESUS—CHRIST

O Master , thou with the patient eyesAnd the brow that bore and strove;With the voice that ne'er a word conveyedBut was born of infinite Love;Men say, as they pass on their way today,Bending low neath the weight of care,Could they touch thy hem that their silent griefWould melt in the saintly air.

THE LOYAL FRIEND

To whom does thought first turn in pain or joy?

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Changing your world

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Changing your world

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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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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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REFUGE

Across the lonely moor of the sky,Wild and bleak and pale,When the fairy webs of frost are spunAnd the autumn wind-harps ring.

LIFE, TRUTH, AND LOVE

O Blessed Truth!Thou art the guide that found me,Depressed and weary, with a sense of pain;Banished all fear, with loving arms around me,Taught me of Soul, and made me joy again!

GROWING

Not by the passing years or season's beautyMark we our growth, as sowers watch the seed;Not e'en in reckoning the hourly dutyWhich gains a goal or satisfies a greed.

OUR KNIGHT

Surely he'd come, this knight, and like the king,Arthur of old, redress the wrong and standFor honor, justice, and for stainless truth!In dream I saw him draw his sword,—the Word,Before whose power wrong shrinks, abashed and pale,Foreseeing doom in this one flash of light.

UNFOLDING FAITH

O Tend'Rest Love, that guides the stumbling feet,And keepest them in paths where Thou dost bide;I cannot stray beyond Thy watchful care,But always 'neath Thy shelt'ring wing may hide.

ASPIRATION

Make me a savor of sweetness,A sweet-smelling savor of Love,To hearts that know not the repleteness,Of life that is breathed from above.