Poems

God make me big in little things of life, That envy, gossip, hate, can cause no strife. May I embrace in thought each friend and foe And let Love's concept of them in me glow.

" Not my will, but thine, be done. " This was the Master's prayer, That Spirit should be magnified To prove God everywhere.

Our Father, our Mother, our Lord! Pause and think—"our. " Lean on the word And hear the rhythmic pulse Of angel thoughts.

I saw my Lord the first time beside the sun-flecked sea With crowds who thronged about him to share his charity. The Galilean beaches were murmurous with the praise Of "God with us," Immanuel, touching our human ways.

Beyond Jordan's flood the Master walked. "Behold The Lamb of God!" the two disciples heard.

Thy kingdom is come in the heart's revelation Of Truth, Life, and Love as reflected in man, And sin disappears at the powerful negation Of all that falls short of God's wonderful plan. The Word is with Him, the forever appraising Of all that is His and that ever shall be.

My house is not a thing of wood or stone, But consciousness of all-pervading Love. Its firm foundation is the rock of Christ, Whereon I hold my sacred, hourly tryst.

What urgent thing before my hand Requires my work today, What call for faithful thought and deed? I would make no delay. A quiet voice within reflects Obedience as Mind directs.

Out of the night of doubt and pain and terror The healing words, in answer to my call, Came in swift, gentle, urgent reassurance Of Love supreme, alone, encircling all: Be not afraid, beloved child of Zion, It is unreal—the lie, the dream, the fear— For only Life and Truth and good are present In God's eternal, perfect now and here. Arise! Take up this bed and claim full freedom; Behold the Light that never can grow dim And know that now, even as in the beginning, You walk in holy sinlessness in Him.

In the quiet of waiting humility, With physical senses still, Clearly I hear the voice of Love; Gladly I yield my will To the will of our Father-Mother God And find His glorious plan In the radiant realm of reality For me, His idea, man. How sweet to know security In His enfolding good, To let Him guard and guide my steps To heaven, understood.