Poems

What lookers-on see is not necessarily me. I'm the active expression of Him who is and ever will be.

A transparency, you say? That's for mortal mind to become more and more of until it disappears. God made you!—not a pane through which the light of Truth can shine: outcome, emanation, idea, reflection— the light itself is what you are.

Where do you stand— here, now? What outworn footprints trail you— hate, indifference, waiting? Awake! Stand free! You are not in a race with time and space. You live the infinite now.

When doubt and fear of deprivation seemed to overwhelm my faith, I turned to God and cried, "Save me, Father, from my despair!" And the voice within replied, "Did I lead Israel into the wilderness to die? Did I require the widow of Zarephath to starve? Did I take back the Shunammite's son? Are you not Israel, my child? Are you not the widow? Are you not the Shunammite?" And then I knew, "It is well. " KARL S.

To his students it was simple mathematics: a thousand men for one loaf —hardly enough— human need denied. To the Master it was divine metaphysics: five thousand men with one Mind —more than enough— hunger satisfied.

Here we are, Mike, in this box of a chapel. Late June.

Not what others think I am, but what God knows. Opinions can't define me if I accept Mind's perfect concept.

"were there not ten cleansed?" ( Luke 17:17 ) There were nine who went on. I was the nine.

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Not lost in private musings debating different choosings ruminating on offenses roaming through past tenses But occupying till Truth in brilliant splendor wipes out the wan pretender that pleads preoccupation with thoughts that are not His Like the child who occupies himself with what is now— not longing backward not fearing forward— but simply accepting the moment's gift We too can lift our present task above preoccupation and occupy occupy occupy "till I come" DORIS KERNS QUINN.