Poems

Boughs bright with scintillations will disclose Unnumbered sparkling-points of diamond dew Fired with the sun's own brightness. So the true Reflected radiancy of living glows From beams of being, and each beam bestows The splendor of its origin.

Deep-rooted in humility, The flower springs beneath His hand, Distinct in its identity As grain from grain of ocean sand. As star from star in magnitude, One from another differeth, Likewise, the grass blade, grace-endued, Is witness to the Almighty's breath: The breath of Life that maintains all— Or man, or woman, or flower, or star— Each as individual, Each in expression singular.

Stretch forth your hand to give And start at once to live With deeper gain. Stretch forth your hand to bless And feel the tenderness Of Spirit's reign.

I felt the quickening breath of Life divine When first the truth came to my waking thought; It came on tireless wings of healing grace, And to my tired heart new vigor brought. It lifted me above the fear of pain; I felt the strength of Spirit's holy might, Which holds and keeps the universe and man Forever in the consciousness of light.

No blueprint. No road map.

The rhythm of the spheres is manifest In gracious balance, order, symmetry, Sustained in perfect action, holy rest With no inertia or inharmony. The cadences of heaven reach the ear Attuned to Spirit, God, the One and All, And where eternal melodies appear There is no earthly pull, no rise or fall.

I had not known such beauty could be hidden Within the shelter of a word's embrace Until I stood beside hope's ash-gray embers And prayed to know the perfectness of grace. I saw a grace expressed in grassy meadows, In rain-swept hill, in budding boughs of spring; In native instinct of the homing swallows; In countless feathered lyrists' caroling.

No one can chart my way save God. Friends' love may comfort hold.

The sacred proofs that God is ever near Have blessed us through the years when hopes grew dim; And now we recognize, past every fear, That always we can walk the way with Him. We knew the nearness of His grace and power; Our watchful vigil was not kept alone.

Never an hour to grope in grief and sadness; Never a time to waste in bitter tear! What if your dream has been a dream of parting? Wake to the dawn of endless day and clear. Wider horizons ever lie before you.