Poems

"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it," Ps. 118:24.

Hanging true to vertical, it's never swayed by tilted beams or slanting floors or rooms or worlds wholly askew. But what of my thoughts— do they stay true? —true to Spirit's pristine light? —true to Mind's directing wisdom? —true to Christ's simplicity? Help me hew to a holier line and worship You unswayed.

What man of you, having   an hundred sheep, if he   lose one of them, doth   not leave the ninety and   nine in the wilderness,   and go after that which   is lost, until he find it?   And when he hath found   it, he layeth it on his   shoulders, rejoicing. Luke 15:4, 5 If you think you are That lost sheep, Be still and trust.

Like the dove that Noah sent forth from his ark, Christly prayer right here and now is sure to return with olive-leafed prize. No guessing.

So, you think might is not correct? That it was indeed a "mite," a mere pittance compared to others' offerings? Think again. That offering was the whole of her supply.

Strength be with your strivings, son to silence fear and overcome the falsehoods that would hide or still the thoughts that yearn to do God's will. Peace be to you, gentle boy, the peace that Love alone can give.

Cherishing healing I hold dear I feel nourished, ready to stand. Speaking plain so all may know How Truth's light upholds every step, I, too, hear the words flowing From a heart Love enfolds, feel Spiritual blessings descending Like a dove upon a servant Who, having done all, stands.

I saw this road ahead of me A goal to reach An outlook to claim. And if somehow, I could Forget a temper's breach Forgiving those I will not name.

You sow seeds into a field, Seeds of obedience to God's laws—or obedience to the flesh. Seeds are the kernels of desire.

"Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. " Ps.