Poems

" Injustice! " speeds from my lips Before I realize the greatest Injustice of all was met with "Father, forgive them; For they know not what they do. " "They die" stumbles from my mouth Until I remember his three days' Work in the tomb has proved the Infinity of Life for every child.

The love you shared is with you now reversing sorrow's treacherous lies; the joys you knew are shining still to rainbow over grief's gray skies. Love's strength you cannot be without; Love's power never fails Her own.

Are you not sons of one Soul, made in God's imaging? His hand moves yours to witness His creating. Now are you all artists for God.

Would that my travel toward the truth Measured but half the flight of wishing's wing! Much closer to the realm of Soul I could have been. No tarrying near regret's dark door.

Through lens of Love I pray to see As Jesus saw, Not broken reeds by storms laid low But holy law Controlling man, forever free From sin and death eternally. My prayer for faith to see and know.

I wished for wings of morning to meet my Lord, For the journey was lengthy, my pathway scored By countless things. Concluding, I saw that He All the winding way had accompanied me— Guarding lovingly, helping me thus to know There's no faraway place where His child must go.

How wonderful divine Love is—to make the earth so fair With buds of fragrant foliage on trees that once were bare! I sit—aware of loveliness, God's presence all around, The gentle lap of water and the birds the only sound. And as I journey down the road that leads to all perfection, I know that I shall always have the peace of God's protection.

Dear Father, teach me how to go In strict accord with Thy direction So that when I move fast or slow The pace is Thy selection. Sometimes self-will has pushed with force, Or apathy has slowed my going.

Christmas is a time when we remember a star-crowned stable and the glory of humility: when we recall that there is wonder in the grace of being able to live in peace: and that there is gentility in meekness. Christmas is a time when we remember the shepherds' story and the depth of its sincerity; and by a stall we see earth's kings and powers in grateful reverence bending, in witness of Love's reign over severity and weakness.

Grief took me to the valley; I saw the sons of man Bewildered, restless, burdened, with neither hope nor plan. Deep-shadowed lay the valley, the path beset with fears.