Showing posts with label Keep my child on upward wing. Show all posts
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September 1, 2013 - No Danger

"Aaron in Altai Mountains"
ACIM Workbook Lesson #244
“I am in danger nowhere in the world."

Reading the above affirmation of our safety in any situation reminds me of many examples of this Truth. Often when we hear of material laws being usurped, we think of this as divine intervention.  Let's not think of this as God setting aside material law in favor of spiritual principle, but as the demonstration of how this Principle operates. Knowing the Truth of our Being enables us to put it into practice. This knowledge has also enabled me to peacefully know my son is safe during his numerous travels. He's been away from home since he was 14, and flitting around the globe on his own since he was 19. Friends have wondered how I can be so calm and free from worry about him. It's because I know where his safety lies -- as does he. The following Mary Baker Eddy poem is set to music as a hymn. I admit to singing it often, with gratitude for the reminder it has brought.

Mary Baker Eddy poem:
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 tonight.

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 heav'nly rest.
(Poems by Mary Baker Eddy, pp. 4, 5)


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