Come to the feast of love

In addition to telling you that a soulful, love-filled testimony meeting will be happening tomorrow (Wednesday) at the Eastern Bank (map) or on the phone (605-475-4000 x 636128) at 7:35pm EST…

I’d also like to share a poem with you.  It’s a hymn, really – #40 from the Christian Science Hymnal – and it’s an adaptation of text by two men by the names of Thomas Moore and Thomas Hastings.

To me, these have been deeply comforting words.  I hope they’re similar for you, too.  And despite a mix of sad news and happy news coming from the world scene, these are words that point to deep, true peace.

Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Here health and peace are found, Life, Truth, and Love;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow but Love can remove.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
Earth has no sorrow that Love cannot cure.

Here see the Bread of Life, see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
Come to the feast of love, come, ever knowing,
Earth has no sorrow but Love can remove.

Much love, and peace to you.

JP Church (and the clerk)

Victory (poem)


Not only in the peaceful countryside
Do blackbirds sing.
In city’s trafficking
You’ll hear them
Through the traffic’s din.
They will, I’m told,
Sing even on a battlefield.

Brave and grateful hearts
Make no conditions.
You will hear their song
Pealing spontaneously long
Before healing is apparent.
Their joy inherent,
They wait not on the dawn,
They sing it on.
This they know—
God made man perfect, and maintains him so.
And so they sing.

To songs of gratitude illusions yield;
Gone is the battlefield.

-Rosemary Cobham, Christian Science Sentinel, 3/13/1971