Poems

"THY WILL BE DONE"

My God, my Father, Love divine,Help me to blend my will with Thine.

THE MASTER

The victor over sin and fear and strife,The Nazarene who taught all men the way,The Master of the verities of Life,—So often went apart alone to pray.

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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"THY WILL BE DONE"

The stubborn will and blind,The engine deemed a pow'r by mortal sense,That works within us—who can fathom whenceIt comes, or who can findThe reason of its spell and seeming thrall,That we should fail to hear or heed the call—Thy will be done?

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JUST WAIT

Do all your days seem dark and dear,And do you shed the bitter tear?

GOD WITH US EVER

I wait no more, with anxious care,For stated place and times of prayer;All hours are mine to worship Thee,All places temples wide and free.

THAT WAR MAY CEASE

O God of nations, speed the dayWhen men to men shall brothers be,When right shall over all have sway,And in Truth's freedom all be free.

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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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BROTHERHOOD

The crest and crowning of all good,Life's final star is brotherhood:For it will bring again to earthHer long-lost poesy and mirth;Will send new light on every face,A kindly power upon the race,And till it come, we men are slaves,And travel downward to the dust of graves.

"THE THREE-FOLD CORD."

If God is Life, and there is none but HeIn the full-orbed temple of the skies,Then what is death?

PERSPECTIVE

With face close-pressed 'gainst this o'ershadowing wallOf dense materiality, which seemsImpenetrable, immeasurably tall,Opaque; defiant of our sorry plight,Which thus permits no glance to left or right.

LOVE IMMORTAL

Sects, ye have your day and die,Eddies in the stream of truth,—The great current, sweeping by,Leaves you swirled in shapes uncouth,Born to writhe, and glint, and woo—Broken mirrors of the Blue.

THE ALLNESS OF GOOD

Good is omnipotent,Evil but seems;Love watcheth over all,Fears are but dreams.

RECOMPENSE

Let the dead past its haunting vigil keepO'er earthly hopes long buried in the dust;Yesterday's ghostly shapes but make us weepFor moth and canker-worm and clinging rust.