Questions & Answers

What am I doing here? I asked this of me. This can't be the place I'm supposed to be.

Since birth you were lame— now carried and laid daily at the gate of the temple, begging, seeking, expecting money. Peter and John, eyes fastened on you, but with sight set on Soul's perfect man, beg nothing, seek Truth's revelation, expect you to walk.

God's law speaks to you With the clear ring of understanding, The high tones of Truth, The low, sweet resonance of Love. God has fashioned you To hear His voice.

Since God is everywhere I know that I can think beyond The farthest star— Past world on world— And find His presence there. Since God is everywhere His light and goodness shine Throughout the infinite range Of His inspired design.

Dear one, you're God's perfect child, cared for, joyous, undefiled. Thoughts of evil cannot bind the vital potency of Mind.

Seeing all, judging none. Aware always of the spiritual road to take, mountain to climb bread to break, winds to calm words to speak, wounds to heal.

Set upon by Satan to exalt himself, our Master consented not. His Father's honor alone Jesus undeviatingly sought.

What drew you to the burning bush, O Moses, with your rod? I was impelled to turn aside and listen to my God. What drew you out of lions' den, O Daniel, man of prayer? It was my faithfulness to God that took me from the lair.

Not like a shooting star slicing the night, with a big flashy tail for all the world to see. But as a candle whose silent, modest expression tempers the dark.

Remembering I never knelt Without His presence Being felt, I came to cherish Homely chores, Like pulling weeds And scrubbing floors, And kneeling by A young one's bed When the evening Prayers were said. So little time To read His Word, I listened, loving What I heard.