Poems

Thanksgiving morning is a time Designed for special gratitude: Not only thanks for harvest grain, For wealth of apple, grape, and lime And other fruitage rainbow-hued, Nor yet for timely sun and rain, But gratitude for answered prayer, For healing, and for comforting Through Truth's clear vision that reveals The proof of God's eternal care. The heart's deep thankfulness will bring The spoken evidence that heals.

How in that early Christian air, that morning light, the angel of the Lord spoke clear as a neighbor might: saying to Peter, "Gird thyself.

Shall I, unthinking, pass him by whom thieves have stripped and left to die— base thieves of wickedness and greed? I have the balm to meet his need. Thought, gently lift him.

" I will not fear what flesh can do Unto me. " It has no knowledge of my true Identity.

I hated those who fought against the right. But then I read again about that night Within the Garden of Gethsemane: Enfolded still by Love, the Master stood; The noise and the confusion found him calm.

Dwelling in Mind man needs no ship of space, For swift as thought can comprehend or far, Unhindered by beliefs of time or place, He sees beyond yet undiscovered star. He moves unbound by calculated force, Joyous within Love's atmosphere to find No orbit strange, no outer unknown course.

As Moses, slow of tongue, Thy guidance sought, I also ask: Dear God, be with my mouth Through this blest hour. Speak to the pure child-thought Turning expectantly.

Book of Isaiah, Chapter 40 to the end Is epic, after the Semitic way; All one trend, Israel dreaming how it may shun Exile and see repeated Its past glory. Prophets, of Isaiahs a council, Advise not to pronounce ill On Babylonian chains, But to shed them and endure the pains Of desert travel home to rebuilt Zion.

In Jesus' time, so now. And in this hour, Self offered up, leaves love the space to flower.

True prayer is not in asking God for things, Though we may feel a very pressing need; It is in giving gratitude that brings Enlightened thought to see the proper deed Which will in turn supply necessities. God has already given us all good; It dwells in Mind like unsung melodies To be brought out to bless our humanhood.