Poems

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.

It is the thought newly perceived Perched on the edge of morning waking. At first the touch is just a flutter; I wait intent, with bated breath.

You are not what appearance says you are: a victim labeled accident or circumstance encrypted in some bio-code of earthly dust or clay. You are the named intended heir of God, inscribed above.

You know, the "one" out of ten who returned to give thanks to Christ Jesus for restoring his flesh, pure and clean and intact; absolutely free of cruel illusion called leprosy. Ever wonder what that man thought when he was healed? "Is this a dream— or, was that nightmare ever real? Jesus knows I'm a Samaritan, yet there was no prejudice! 'Go shew yourselves unto the priests,' he told all of us.

Where You lead, Father, I will go, And the seed You give, I will sow. I have been blessed with an overflow— What a joy to share what You bestow!

To be in line with the divine, not allowing one thought to stray, is God's gentle path, not just mine. What Love bestows I can use today, fearless, tender thoughts that define peace, comfort, joy: our dear Master's way!