The inner voice became to him the voice of God see Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures , p. 321:25-26 as Moses lifted up the serpent of belief in separate mind and Oneness spoke aloud that Mind-asserted “I AM All”—reclaimed its full ascendancy to make the serpent, rod.
Amorphous concepts dance and dart and reel and tantalize with some quick glimpse of pale remembered form, but no sounds come regale the mental ear, the message to unseal. Can’t Babel’s walls we undermine or scale, or make to fall when clarion call they feel? Newly-definèd thoughts break forth and peal aloud when humbly Mind’s all-power we hail.
Be (the am of I Am), A Joshua (the Lord is salvation), A Caleb (faithfulness) A spiritual scout (scribe under orders); Exploring (persistent prayer) Claiming (law of progress), The Promised Land (Kingdom of Heaven) Within (revelation). — Gary Duke.
Struggling no more, singing out loud! Awash in Love, now Truth is found; graciously governed by all-good Soul planted on holy, infinite ground, where affection, joy, beauty, abound, peace-filled, secure, spiritual, sound. — Suzanne Goewert.
Am a jealous God’—indeed, Yet every whit Love, I defend my children from false suitors— From seducing thoughts of fear, sin, or harm— Compelling inmost, intimate response to Christ’s ‘Peace, be still. ’ ” * We, each of us— Humble before the Creator— Know again the ancient covenant: “I was with you when ‘the morning stars sang together,’ * And will be still, when stars give place to eternal light.
A smooth sea ships the late light, berths a tern folded in dropped flight. Earth’s rocking cradle scoops and fills, ferries fledglings, heaves, holds, spills its brood on the open shore, where Spirit’s winds guide home hope’s spring tide, and heaven hatches faith’s orb.
No matter what road we travel on, no matter how dangerous or busy it may be, God is in charge and will keep us and everyone safe.
“God thundereth marvelously with his voice; great things doeth he, which we cannot comprehend. ” *Job 37:5 Beneath the dynamics of the vibrant heavens grow the tenderest things— the gentle grass greening the land, wild honeysuckle nestling with dog rose, tiny lambs leaping for joy, and blade of new wheat for autumn harvest.
There is no night. Wait! I am right.