Poems

Transfigured on the mount He talked with those — Moses the sage, Elias, prophet of the Lord — The while his friends stood by, Peter and James and John, Amazed at the bright cloud Which overshadowed them, And at his raiment shining heavenly bright, And at the voice of God From out the cloud proclaiming him His Son. Descending from the quiet of the mount, He faced the pressing multitude, And healed forthwith that hapless, helpless one Who oft in his extremity would fall Into the very fire.

I lift my cross. With joy I see my brother bear his high.

They did not listen when the Saviour brought The light of Truth to clear their darkened thought. He turned his face away from Chorazin.

Our Father doth not dwell apart, Remote, beyond the farthest star; His omnipresent love is found Forever where His children are. Inseparable the glowing sun From each effulgent, beauteous ray; So, unity of God and man Can never change, nor pass away.

As winging birds cleave in their aerial flight The clouds which seem their passage to impede, And with unlabored motion skim the height, Their goal to compass with untrammeled speed, So does the Word of God on wings of thought Fly to its goal within the waiting heart; Bird-swift, precipitant, its passage fraught With eagerness His message to impart. Pinioned with might it still pursues its way, Cleaving with strength the clouds of fear and doubt.

I cried : Grant me grace and courage, Lord, To meet the coming day. Give me love, compassion, too, To guide me on my way.

When fear subsides as faith increases, When love abides and sorrow ceases, Oh, then we find God's world of cheer: The sky, how kind! The stars, how near!

God is over all! Because I know His presence near, I feel secure, devoid of fear; I lift my thought in grateful prayer, Since finding God is everywhere. I need not pray for love or life, For God to conquer sin or strife, For Him to compass land and sea; He has revealed Himself to me.

I think that Jesus must have taught With artist skill, in Galilee, And many were the ones who sought The secret of his artistry. I think he saw within each child The eager, reaching mind and heart; I think his love, so patient, mild, Inspired hopes and deeds to start.

Behold how good it is for men To dwell in love and peace! Who loves another as himself Has found his own release From strife and anger, from the woe Of separation's pain. Hatred is death, but he who loves, In newness lives again.