Poems

I had this once-beautiful fern  hung in a dark corner  by a dark window.  Now years old—long and thin  it was neglected.

Here, now, and ever each a real-Life-expression held timelessly safe, inseparable from good; complete, free, and fearless so beautifully sustained and maintained no falsities flaw or confuse, disturb or distress; no damage is done, no harm can come  just Spirit’s still, balanced being, Mind’s all-wise always knowing and Soul’s sweet controlling each a blessing, blessed, beloved, a priceless, loving light-beam, harmonious, holy, whole, where only Love governs. This grace ever present, true and proven His angels in charge, His kingdom come each in, of, and with Love, ever at-one, completely, perfectly, divinely done; lovingkindness the law, our awe and our all.

He speaks so softly of His love; a heartfelt petal soft beneath my feet Running water, fresh to quench my thirst Strength and hope  to meet my every need He whispers in my night of gloom. Triumphant tones obliterate illusion’s thrall— “His angels bring release.

This grace-filled sanctuary, Love’s domain, rejects aggressive dreams of mortal sense, its doors forever closed to what would veil the cleansing presence of Truth’s clear light. Bathed in this light no dream of sickness reigns, no sin nor suffering sense nor fear can claim to be.

Let us lose all complication And confusion worse confounded, Nameless fears and agitation If by challenges surrounded We can pray to God our Father, “Open now our eyes to see” Not some complex threat but rather Christ’s sublime simplicity.  —Mike Eldridge.

If, clasping hands together on your chest, You turn your back on all the lights that shine And crouch, and bow your head, and stay depressed— You then might think, “This darkness here is mine. ” But what if you stand up and turn around?  Now lift your head and face toward the light,  And stretch yourself on tiptoe off the ground— The shadow that you cast is out of sight.

my Father paints my consciousness— full-formed, intact, complete. I can have no thought of sickness, of accident, defeat.

Become aware—the kingdom is within, It's not dependent on an outer state, Nor if we're rich or poor, or fat or thin. Although it's not where there is fear or hate.

Like arms cast around a child the solo embraces thought, draws us in. It is the song of Soul perfectly toned to prepare us: the solo is not an interlude, it is the calm vestibule opening to the heart of the Word.

You live an idea of Spirit, incorporeal, innocent, borne on Mind’s high wings where no dust clings. We gather energy from Spirit, read the stars through Love’s purview, and find reality in the science of Soul’s alleluias.