Eddy and Why We Read Poetry? Monday, 21 September, 2015

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“Each individual must fill his own niche in time and eternity”.

Mary Baker Eddy

(Retrospection and Introspection p.70)




From the June 23, 1951 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel

Mrs. Eddy was a natural poet even before her discovery of Christian Science. She writes (ibid., p. 11): “From childhood I was a verse-maker. Poetry suited my emotions better than prose.” We find dispersed among her writings a number of beautiful poems, seven of which have been set to music and are included in the Christian Science Hymnal.

Many times when one is reading Mrs. Eddy’s poems or hymns the deep meaning of her words enters the understanding and brings healing and peace. The writer remembers one occasion on which the outlook seemed very dark. No star illumed his horizon, no hope remained in his heart. He was faced with an experience during wartime from which there seemed no way of escape.

Wholeheartedly he turned to God for relief, and as he did so the last verse of Mrs. Eddy’s lovely poem entitled “The Mother’s Evening Prayer” came to him with clarified meaning (Poems, p. 4),

“No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s teardrops gain,
And mother finds her home and
heav’nly rest.”

He paused in thought when repeating the third line and wondered for a moment at its spiritual meaning. Then suddenly, as he looked to the western horizon and saw that the sun had just set in a blaze of glory, light flooded his consciousness, because the afterglow of the sun was reflected in the drops of dew which lay upon leaflet, grass, and flower. In a moment the meaning of reflection was made clear. Man could never be separated from God because man reflects God’s nature, as surely as a drop of dew reflects the sun or the light of the sun’s afterglow. If in one’s belief the sun had set, even then its light was reflected in brilliance and beauty by every tiny dewdrop within the path of its light, or in the radiance of its afterglow. Within a few hours the situation which had appeared so menacing was dissolved, and the student was released.

Photo – Sunset on Sanibel Island, Florida


1 thought on “Eddy and Why We Read Poetry? Monday, 21 September, 2015

  1. Rev. Paul Lachlan Peck

    I used to read the editorials of Robert Ellis Key all during my college days and afterward. He vibrated with me then, and still does. But now I understand that it was a sense of Prosedy that united us in thought. Anyone who knows me knows that I thind and write in Poetry more that in any other form. Though, like Key, if pressed to do I will write in Prose. This was such a wonderful presentation today, and I am grateful for it. Thank you.

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