Poems of Power | Page 7

place are hurled,
While patient tides may only shape the sands.
REPETITION
Over and over and over
These truths I will weave in song -?That God's great plan needs you and me,?That will is greater than destiny,
And that love moves the world along.
However mankind may doubt it,
It shall listen and hear my creed -?That God may ever be found within,?That the worship of self is the only sin,
And the only devil is greed.
Over and over and over
These truths I will say and sing,?That love is mightier far than hate,?That a man's own thought is a man's own fate,
And that life is a goodly thing.
BEGIN THE DAY
Begin each morning with a talk to God,?And ask for your divine inheritance?Of usefulness, contentment, and success.?Resign all fear, all doubt, and all despair.?The stars doubt not, and they are undismayed,?Though whirled through space for countless centuries,?And told not why or wherefore: and the sea?With everlasting ebb and flow obeys,?And leaves the purpose with the unseen Cause.?The star sheds radiance on a million worlds,?The sea is prodigal with waves, and yet?No lustre from the star is lost, and not?One drop is missing from the ocean tides.?Oh! brother to the star and sea, know all?God's opulence is held in trust for those?Who wait serenely and who work in faith.
WORDS
Words are great forces in the realm of life:
Be careful of their use. Who talks of hate,?Of poverty, of sickness, but sets rife
These very elements to mar his fate.
When love, health, happiness, and plenty hear
Their names repeated over day by day,?They wing their way like answering fairies near,
Then nestle down within our homes to stay.
Who talks of evil conjures into shape
The formless thing and gives it life and scope.?This is the law: then let no word escape
That does not breathe of everlasting hope.
FATE AND I
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,?Art invincible and great.
Well, I own thy prowess; still?Dare I flout thee with my will
Thou canst shatter in a span?All the earthly pride of man.
Outward things thou canst control;?But stand back--I rule my soul!
Death? 'Tis such a little thing -?Scarcely worth the mentioning.
What has death to do with me,?Save to set my spirit free?
Something in me dwells, O Fate,?That can rise and dominate
Loss, and sorrow, and disaster, -?How, then, Fate, art thou my master?
In the great primeval morn?My immortal will was born,
Part of that stupendous Cause?Which conceived the Solar Laws,
Lit the suns and filled the seas,?Royalest of pedigrees.
That great Cause was Love, the Source?Who most loves has most of Force.
He who harbours Hate one hour?Saps the soul of Peace and Power.
He who will not hate his foe?Need not dread life's hardest blow.
In the realm of brotherhood?Wishing no man aught but good,
Naught but good can come to me -?This is Love's supreme decree.
Since I bar my door to Hate,?What have I to fear, O Fate?
Since I fear not--Fate I vow,?I the ruler am, not thou!
ATTAINMENT
Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss?The purpose of this life, and do not wait?For circumstance to mould or change your fate;?In your own self lies Destiny. Let this?Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice,?All hesitation. Know that you are great,?Great with divinity. So dominate?Environment, and enter into bliss.?Love largely and hate nothing. Hold no aim?That does not chord with universal good.?Hear what the voices of the Silence say -?All joys are yours if you put forth your claim.?Once let the spiritual laws be understood,?Material things must answer and obey.
A PLEA TO PEACE
When mighty issues loom before us, all?The petty great men of the day seem small,?Like pigmies standing in a blaze of light?Before some grim majestic mountain-height.?War, with its bloody and impartial hand,?Reveals the hidden weakness of a land,?Uncrowns the heroes trusting Peace has made?Of men whose honour is a thing of trade,?And turns the searchlight full on many a place?Where proud conventions long have masked disgrace.?O lovely Peace! as thou art fair be wise.?Demand great men, and great men shall arise?To do thy bidding. Even as warriors come,?Swift at the call of bugle and of drum,?So at the voice of Peace, imperative?As bugle's call, shall heroes spring to live?For country and for thee. In every land,?In every age, men are what times demand.?Demand the best, O Peace, and teach thy sons?They need not rush in front of death-charged guns?With murder in their hearts to prove their worth.?The grandest heroes who have graced the earth?Were love-filled souls who did not seek the fray,?But chose the safe, hard, high, and lonely way?Of selfless labour for a suffering world.?Beneath our glorious flag again unfurled?In victory such heroes wait to be?Called into bloodless action, Peace, by thee.?Be thou insistent in thy stern demand,?And wise, great men shall rise up in the land.
PRESUMPTION
Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -
I check myself, and say, "That mighty One?Who made the solar system cannot blunder -
And for the best all things