Music To My ears
If we can't speak we can listen --- and let the words of another uplift and calm us. These words can convey something about spiritual resilience which carries us through dark fears into the gentle light of divine Love. Let these words be a timeless classic, "Mother's Evening Prayer" by Mary Baker Eddy. It is more than a poem - it is an embrace and an assurance! Forget about Christmas shopping, to-do-lists, all the frenzy and open up for a quiet moment of communion.
This poem has been set fresh and tenderly to music by Ryan Winslow, a brilliant singer-songwriter from Bozeman, Montana.
The Mother's Evening Prayer
O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.
Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.
Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
"Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heavenly rest.
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