Poems

“What is the chaff to the wheat?” Jeremiah 23:28       What is the husk to the seed?       Is it the thing that is gathered and cherished?       Is it the thing that we need?       Is it the thing that can grow and bear fruit?       Is it the thing that can feed?   What is the chaff to the wheat—       the mortal lies to God’s thought?       Which is the one              to be gathered and cherished?       Which is the one to be taught?       Which will cause us to grow and bear fruit?       Which is the one to be bought?    When chaff is flown and kernels are gathered,       and their substance transformed to bread,       the baker is recompensed,             the child is nourished,             and all of the multitudes fed.     Even so—     When lies are flown             and God’s thoughts are gathered                Mind’s universe understood, known,             divine Love will thrive in us,             all heaven alive in us—            we’ll see that God’s Life is our own.

There’s one question you’ve got to ask yourself soon. It’s this: “Do I want to find and feel the fresh truth of Christian Science over again—to be absorbed with this light— more than I want to lose the dark of pain or of grief, of crisis or hate?” Ask soon.

A butterfly sat with trembling wings fresh from metamorphosed things. “I’m afraid to fly,” he said, “I was so cozy in my bed.

Wings are thoughts  which spread to catch the immortal breath of Spirit so Love will nudge the fledgling out to learn to brave earth’s wintry blasts then Mind enfolds with tender arms the heart unsure, the soul cast down and Christ speaks low when fear o’erwhelms, breaking the clouds, bearing thee home. —Benjamin Frederick.

“Mary. ” Then I recognized him as I always have, in the swift inrush of lift and the soft stirring like the wakening of families of birds in their close nests, (stretching in awareness of expansion) and the steady infusing of light from the very nature of my essence showing who I am, but hadn’t known— How could I doubt? He is risen! for Christ within me answers, as it always has.

the announcement reaches those listening: “your estimated time of arrival is before the time of departure” yep, you never left the One who loves you years restored time vanquished heart refreshed no sorrow weighing on shoulders but wings to fly buckets of tears disappear laughter unleashed no damage done clear and free untarnished now —Jennifer Ann Gordon.

Father, rule and reign in me  Your hand to me extend—  Yours to mine in sweet mercy  often in this begin of day. My shuttered eyes awaken  to Your living presence—  breathe again heaven’s breath,  I pray You rouse and reign in me.

A poem.

The inner voice became to him the voice of God see  Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures , p. 321:25-26 as Moses lifted up the serpent of belief in separate mind and Oneness spoke aloud that Mind-asserted “I AM All”—reclaimed its full ascendancy to make the serpent, rod.

Amorphous concepts dance and dart and reel and tantalize with some quick glimpse of pale remembered form, but no sounds come regale the mental ear, the message to unseal. Can’t Babel’s walls we undermine or scale, or make to fall when clarion call they feel? Newly-definèd thoughts break forth and peal aloud when humbly Mind’s all-power we hail.