Poems

There is a golden message which is sent from God to man; the prophets comprehended it and little children can; profound in its simplicity, magnificent in scope, with solace for the sorrowing, for the despairing, hope; its grace has touched the centuries, with light time cannot dim— all those who love the Father know that they are loved by Him.

This day can ask no more of us than we can give. In the infinitude of Life divine we live.

" Dear friend"! What worlds of meaning these words hold! No greater miracle we are told Than friendship long unbroken. So much forgiven, much more received.

This Mind in us which was in Christ protects as any fact; motivates our every desire, our every act. None can be brainwashed or tongue-tied who has listened, who has heard and accepted without question the holy Word.

My shelter is the house of God, And there I live in peace; While radiation of His love Is the sole fallout from above. Destruction of mortality Will elevate mankind; Impurities lodge not in Life; They are removed by holy strife.

Back to Bethlehem? Back to a stable so long gone dust? Do you think me able to telescope time, to reconstruct two thousand years with a caroled fable, a word bridge flung as a viaduct for moonbent minds which can't remember as far back as Lincoln? But thought was cold, thought was dark—mankind's deep December. There was no room at the inn.

The powerlessness of hate to touch God's man Was proved by Daniel in the lions' den. "My God hath sent his angel, and hath shut The lions' mouths" that they have done no harm.

Behold the stars! It matters not how many light-years spent those distant rays to reach our waiting earth; so far away they were, yet have arrived. Else we could not see them and declare, Like color of the rose, their light's in me! Cast down earth weights—waking dreams of man without dominion over sin, or sighs of sorrow that we must begin again.

I looked upon my fellowmen with searching gaze. What was I looking for in them? What were their ways? I saw but tares of selfishness, self-will, deceit, Injustice, pride, resentment, greed.

My destiny is in the outstretched hands Of One who guides my way. His countenance Is turned to me.