Poems

When I am safe in my bed with simulations of life seeming to dance in my head I awake only to find I must continue to awake from the simulations of life seeming to dance in matter awake to my perfect self reflecting Spirit, Life, Mind, Principle— untouched by the simulations. KARLA JAN WATTS.

What will it be— yes or no? Which way will this phase of my life go? ("Time no longer" means "Delay no longer. ") Man's perfection comes not with time— it is right now.

In the nighttime of a sorrow, In the depths of a despair, The light of God's tomorrow Is a glory everywhere. Though forward steps are stalling And weary hope seems spent, Soul sings—at Spirit's calling! And doubting thoughts repent.

One time I heard a robin sing; there was no sign of light. I thought, "I must be hearing things, it's the middle of the night!" I wondered at his attitude—he sang, though it was dark.

A testimony's like a paradox: Though short, concise, its truths are very great, Through helping others, helps the one who talks, Outside of time, but never out of date. Not personal with names and details gross, Still it is individual, sincere; Not rambling foolishly and not verbose, Yet it's complete and says the Christ is here.

What would happen if light could meet darkness? Would light regulate, handle, outshine it? Would there be protest, struggle (brief, prolonged)? No. Light does not see then unsee darkness, nor assimilate, control, outline it.

In quiet of prayer so active, yet still, we listen, then hear God empowering His will. Thomas C.

You, serpent, who call me nothing but a worm, as you did Job, will find I'm the man of Mind to whom God gave dominion sublime. O animal magnetism, I see you for what you are— nothing and no one! You're a zero without a rim on it, and not a noose around my neck! Jane Huelster Hanson.

If you pause, if you wait, if you listen with a quiet heart— you will wake to the light of God, you will rejoice in the love of God. In this hour, gentle as a silver bell with muted song, in this silence, still as a moonbeam on a dreaming leaf— you will feel His presence with inward joy, you will find His image in cloudless thought— if you pause, if you wait, if you listen with a quiet heart.

Now is the time to trust our Father-Mother— trust through the night, trust His resurrecting Son to show with healing light God's work done. Maxine Le Pelley.