Poems

There was stillness in the room, and predawn darkness. The bottom of the curtains brushed the sill with quietness.

Christly assurance bringing needed light to fear-filled consciousness, you are much/oh so much/more than only soothing hands could be, for you start not with what is wrong but what is right with me. Where else could I be seen— (right in the midst of error's dream!) to be what I am— Soul-circumferenced, wholesome man.

your tributes may not blazen forth with trumpets the world may not always march in your parade but remember this in battle's heat or night's stillness— we have great/great need of you it's as simple as that no one else caught in the impelling movement of this healing revolution/revelation does what you are doing fulfills what you are fulfilling or is what you have been called to be the quietness of glory is yours the witnessing of Christ and we have great/great need of you.

Insight inspires with a moment-by-moment, before-the-thought expression— in sight—a lot of good. Mind maintains it.

How shall we know which step to take and how? Let inspiration show a pathway through confusion to find one Mind expressed in unity— the orchestration of true harmony. Be very still and know that even now each one of us reflects continually the undivided whole of Deity.

Where shall I turn? Who can direct? With human wants, I wanted a human answer. Instead, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart.

As You tell me, Father, even so I'll tell— though mute as I am before such unfathomed love still overhung with reverence and so fenced with silence I demur to speak— but as You tell me, Father, I will turn to tell and lift the gate on the swell of pasture where You've tethered me at last, proclaiming, even as You loose me how the sweet yoke of Your love impels me on. I'll speak of that.

Before I leave I know Mind has circumference and center of my way already marked and blessed. Although the map shows here is far from there (and who can dream what detours there may be?) Love has set forth its presence everywhere.

O Father, things looked so dark just a few short weeks ago. Illness, discouragement, lack; and although I knew You were there— somewhere— I couldn't find peace.

Nathanael first resisted, then complied, then believed. What would have happened if Philip had said: "Oh, well, go your way," when his first approach was ill-received? "Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?" would be a thought needing a wise reply.