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A waiting place
“The ‘secret place,’ whereof David sang, is unquestionably man’s spiritual state in God’s own image and likeness, even the inner sanctuary of divine Science, in which mortals do not enter without a struggle or sharp experience, and in which they put off the human for the divine.”
—Mary Baker Eddy, The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany, p. 244
There’s a waiting place I used to know,
where seeds of sorrow I did sow.
Watching our paths diverge and part,
I waited for others’ change of heart.
Be it circle of friends, coworker, or brother,
does happiness lie in the hands of another?
Held captive, I waited and hoped in vain,
finding sadness and loss instead of gain.
I struggled and prayed for that earthly prize,
until coming at last to realize
it would take a total course correction
to face me in the right direction.
There’s a waiting place where all may go,
where seeds of joy spring up and grow.
As we patiently wait on Love divine,
ideas will come that brightly shine.
Bathed in that pure and heavenly light,
human hopes will fade, as does the night.
With daylight clarity, we’ll then see
our spiritual selfhood, complete and free.
Entering that sweet and secret place,
where paths converge in Love’s embrace,
we’ll jump for joy, sing hymns of praise.
It was worth the wait of all those days!
—Auriel Wyndham Livezey