Poems

sitting on the grass, relaxed, expectant, vaguely aware of hunger, yet, eyes fastened on the Master, hoping perhaps for one more parable .

Sense must be silenced to learn of fold and rod . Meaning revealed in stillness— in quiet communion with God.

Noah had problems, too; his righteousness, so precious to the Lord, stood by itself where blasphemy, corruption, greed, were rampant. Till inspiration touched that righteousness, and formed it, through precise obedience, into a place of safety for all living things.

Healing is not a clever alteration or uninspired, lazy toying with our mortal dreams. Real healing is quickened revealing of man's intact purity— inspiration felt , melting callous mortal laws.

What if that had been me— raised from death at an early age by the master Christian? How would the rest of my life have unfolded? Could I possibly have returned to old ways, unchanged? Indeed, I have been raised! The Christ has touched me when dead in sin, when lulled to sleep by personal sense. The call was irresistible: Awake to the strength of Love's pure power.

O God of life, is this Patmos .

At first it may be no more than a peep at good— simple control. But the practicing scout climbs higher.

Man is not fragile as glittering snowflake clutched in fist But solid beyond rock more faceted than diamond grasped in Spirit. Geoffrey J.

Extinguish shallow mortal peering, plunge deep!— beyond flimsy mortal impressions For inspiration continue penetrating deeper, crushing self-stones of apathy, hate, sensuality. For actual inspiration advance now!—stand to view in new, crisp focus firsthand, radiant man.

Our world contains a wealth of walls: walls to protect and walls to limit to imprison to prevent. And there are also other kinds of walls: thick walls of fear high walls of intellectualism (almost too high to hurdle) and walls for selfishness to hoard behind.