But as she said the word Silence it brung up sunthin' I had read that very day, and I sez: "Dear, did you ever hear of enterin' into the Silence ?" "Yes," sez Molly, liftin' her tear wet, sweet face, "I have a friend who enters into the Silence for hours, and she says that everything she greatly desires and asks for at that time, is given her.

She calls it the New Thought." "And I call it the Old Thought, Molly, older than the creation of man.
And what they call Entering into the Silence, I call Waiting on the Lord.

And what I call prayer, they, from what I read, most probable call waking up the solar plexus, whatever that may be.

But it don't make much difference what a thing is called, the name is but a pale shadow compared to the reality.

Disciples of the New Thought, Christian Scientists, Healers, Spiritualists, etc., are, I believe, reaching out and feeling for the Light as posies growin' in a dark suller send out little pale shoots huntin' for the sunlight.