Poems

EXULT!        you've got five talents' worth! the cherished truths of Christian Science give boundless basis!    starting point supreme—                                                   you know that matter is NO THING! each shining proof of healing shows resistanceladen error bows to His eternal laws without a choice!                     the loving master travels far                     and gives to all huge knowing power                                      to see that all abides in God                                      and comes from God—                     entrusted knowing which brings rich return! EXULT!      you've got abundant sureness! grant of truths precisely   coinciding   with   your accurately   gauged   to   fill   your wisdomguided gift to wing your growing soaring inspirationed CONfidence ! not fears whose whelming strengths induce to talentchoke in matter dust for flimsy preservationhood— His talents (even one or two will be enough (and            fit exact a tinier view)) prove in your hand a thoroughbase for                                            hundredpointspercent-return-in-full. EXULT!      undoubting unweightburdened selfhood's full.

God's love for us is free of charge. It comes in one size—extra large.

As the stilled lake floats the soaring cloud's full-masted majesty, so let my shining thought mirror in billowing light, undistorted by self-stirred tempest, the everlasting peace the Christ has given us. Lois-Long Anders.

Why this starving widow? What qualified her to sustain the prophet? Could those two sticks symbolize her simple desire to cling in her crisis to the two great commandments: Love God wholly, and her neighbor as herself? Maybe her heart intuitively burned for a subtler fire— the light of absolute Truth and the warmth of selfless service. Something unseen set her apart and sustained her.

Sometimes when we speak the language of Love we speak without words, we speak without words as we withhold the harsh retort the acrid answer. Other times the lullaby in our hearts sings out in speechless tenderness the unheard melody beloved by Keats.

I've come because of the light from your window. You know, it's a terrible night.

Following that incisive summation enfold of brother love of spiritual cause/spiritual effect windowed release to law the people saw that Jesus "taught them as one having authority, and not as the scribes"— (the scribes who demanded but practiced not, who claimed to be authority and therefore law to others, self-lifting to the upper rooms self-rewarding with the enlarged borders). Hearts turned, stirred incandescent with hope that lit the centuries quick with healing through Jesus' impeccable practice of having authority.

Here is my little thought: my tiny contribution to the world's recovery. Here is my heart's small prayer, launched like a paper ship on a dark, uncomprehending sea.

In truth we are all "lively stones" in the temple of our God, not weighted down by inert matter not burdened with heaviness like anchored boulders. We are lively stones! light, but not ephemeral, having solidity of purpose and fluency of joy showing forth Love's loveliness Spirit's holiness Mind's liveliness: Lively stones hewn from the rock of Truth and raising a temple of praise to the everlasting God.

Like a cocoon God's love softly surrounds me. Unfurled its strong strands enfold the world.