Poems

“I am as strong this day”  1   as I once was. To do what, Caleb?      Run a fast mile      do 100 push-ups      heft a sword and shield      throw a javelin      a really, really long way? What was your strength those millennia ago  when you and the other scouts were peering into the Promised Land? Many thought it impossible for  your people to make it there—      too many obstacles      too much opposition.

Thank you, God, for loving me, For being all You are; Supplying every needful thing— Each year and week and hour. =  Your protection, everywhere, Never leaves our side.

Those—beloved—who’ve gone before, passed beyond our present sight; when vision yields to divine law, we shall see them in Life’s light. They, known thus through spiritual sense, live unbroken existence.

I thank You, Father, that in the quietude of prayer and preparation, I know You are with me, for we are eternally one. You are my Life, Mind, substance, and guiding light, so I strive to listen and hear.

Church cleanup day inside and out ah weeding what’s the point really the weeds will grow back won’t they yet this plot was given me to tend and sure the weeds may grow back but won’t it lovingly serve this place this group this community to beautify this space today so I weeded both externally and internally removing each thought  that would obstruct  the divine mission of Church to elevate the race with a little attention the Christ-idea roots out  hurts and frustrations  and what’s left  is just beauty  some weeds  may grow back but I am ready  to tend my plot and patiently persistently expectantly  uncover the radiance  of this church within and without as often as it takes.  .

I am here .  .

in the dark  of night with pain encroaching   a light-filled whisper wings through the wall of shadows:  “When we learn  that error is not real,  we shall be ready for progress. ”  1   the question beckons: am i ready? am i ready for progress?  and suddenly i am awake: yes!  i am ready!  and so despite  insistent clamorings  i turn with focused fervency to give complete consent to God  (in whom error could never be real) who i know has answered  all things has never not been present  has ordained my very being  has consecrated every precious thing  and suddenly  without notice, impasse gives way and i am awash  in All-ness  and here, right here, divine Love carries on Her unhurried, unharried  undaunted dawn of day divider 1  Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health   with Key to the Scriptures, p.

We probably will never know precisely            what the seven devils were            the Master had cast out those years ago. Or if it had been she who brought the oil           to Simon’s house, perfuming Jesus’ feet—           feet washed with tears and dried with her own hair.

What do I need  to listen to God? How do I hear what Love speaks?   Does Love need to  turn up the volume   to drown out  the world noise  clamoring outside  my window  or claiming to be  my thinking?  Does Love need to be loud? Not in the world’s way.   Love is like  someone standing  in the room with you,  still and quiet,  until you see  that they were  always there.

When will man pass through the open gate of Christian Science into the heaven of Soul, into the heritage of the first born among men? Truth is indeed “the way. ” —Mary Baker Eddy,  Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,   p.