Poems

On placid lake and mountain trail I sought Contentment's quiet ways, but yearning thought Was not appeased by aimless wandering. I loved earth's promise, but some nameless thing Robbed me of joy and peace.

I am where I am under God's law. His way lies open for my progress, free.

I shall be still today, That I may know Christ walks earth's troubled sea Of anxious thought To calm unrest. Then in the silence Of the "Peace, be still" The Christ will bid me "Come.

Just as a little child will take the hand Outstretched to steady his first steps, and smiles With sweet simplicity and with full trust, Not questioning the one whose love he feels, So may we trust our Father-Mother God, And lovingly accept God's hand to guide Each step we take. And may we put aside Long-cherished plans, false pride, and every fear, And, meekly trusting in God's love for us, Strive more and more His laws to understand.

Our Father in heaven, and our Mother, Grant us to strongly feel The pure animation of Thy will. Bless us with patience.

When, through the lens of Spirit, vision clears, Material dimness, all that makes less sure Our trust in God's all-power, disappears. The focus is on peace when thought is pure.

Man dwells within the strifeless realm of Love; No wilderness of hate or want is there, Nor prodigal illusion challenging Man's status as the Father's beloved heir. All goodness God bestows upon His child; The husks and hunger come from dreams, mist-spun.

The shepherd loves his sheep. The little lambs he leads into the fold caressingly.

" She is not dead, but sleepeth," Jesus said. His certainty of Truth, that ruled out fear, Gave swift dismissal to the scornful sneer And skeptic laugh.

" Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre?" the women asked, not knowing how they might bear sweet spices to outpour their tender reverence in last bestowing. But when they looked by radiant light of day, no longer was the tomb a hopeless prison.