Poems

If the two of us do not see eye to eye, then let us meet in the encircling glow of what we truly see—a sister, a brother, a child of our Father-Mother. To embrace this loving light brings a gentleness to our common tie, a softened look, a kinder thought, a heart won over, as Christ draws back the veil and repentant eyes now glimpse the perfect likeness always there— a cherished gleam of God's own countenance.

I had wondered what my song was, What made my rejoicing stay with me? Then I read, my glory sings praise to Thee. See Ps.

My being is engaged in the discovery of who You are, dear Father-Mother. This work of discovery commanded my attention long before there was ever a dream of 'I want, need, must have,' long before desperation lied about reliable pleasure, long before I explained to You my anger, impatience, hunger.

Broken hearts .

1. To the Chief Musician, a precious song of David: 'Destroy not!' Composed when Saul sent messengers to surround David's house and kill him.

If you and I aspire to be soldiers of peace, we must ask God for humility, shun self-assertiveness, let Christly love confront the foe. Living the truths Christ Jesus taught is waging battles God's own way.

And you're doubting you'll get there at all, And what you've embarked upon Is good soldiering for Jesus Christ, * Be assured of this: There is no way your loving Father Will stand by and let you fall Permanent victim to Discouragement and defeat. The path that seems so trying today Will be so but for a time.

"The man we hated without cause touched my severed ear and healed it. "History knows me only as the high priest's servant.

The struggling heart doubts, "Can God heal me? Will God heal me?" Thought, yearning to learn more of who this God is, pauses, listens, finally notices the thousands of angels cascading down the ladder of heaven, singing of the never-setting sun of Truth, the eternal rising of Life, the granite strength of Love, hears the strain "I am always with you. I always care for you.

for stillness in morning's rough alarm in the noon of human busyness in evening's muffled hope in starless corners of the night. Whether the stillness is easy or is wrestled for and won, the place for stillness is no bleak or silent emptiness, for stillness is a listening prayer where Love's voice speaks, and Love speaks volumes to Her child, whose love for stillness Love imparts.