Poems

Because I'm God's reflection, I have what I express, I possess what I reflect. Because I'm God's reflection, It is in giving love that I feel loved— I have the love I give.

When evening comes and shadows lurk, Claim your safe passage through the night. Let not fear or hurt stow away, Know all good is now and here till day.

Waking from nightmares labeled fear/pain/despair loved ones in this spiritual oasis readily become aware of Love's abiding care. Like children placing pure trust in the Father's call: "Come.

Who was that One walking with you among the scarlet coals whose looks cooled the deadly heat? And as you walked away you did not even shake the ashes from your feet nor did the fumes cling to the flax of your garment. What did that bright One say to you within the fiery chamber that you could walk forth with such a splendor in your eyes, as if you were instead upon a mountaintop —or lying in green pastures with clouds dropping cups of coolness upon your face, as if you never feared where you were? Or, is it rather that you knew where you really were? Did the Son of God reveal to you your being so at one with Life, so grounded upon strong Spirit-soaring thoughts as you walked that now you can go forth untouched by flames? Free! And now you know there is nothing to singe, or burn or consume in you because in truth you never passed through any fiery trial.

Every child is actually the firstborn of God The apple of His eye. God has no favorites All are highly prized and well supplied.

The sword is indeed mighty. Wielded by Christ's warriors it separates swiftly the false from the true, the mask from the man as Jesus did.

I first noticed it shortly before the clocks changed for the beginning of summer. How the darkness tried vainly to cling to bush tree house hill.

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I thought this was my beginning: just a surname the same as my father, whom I never knew— a name without a face. Then: I heard of another— my Father-Mother God, who fills all space, who is unconditional Love! Yet still I saw no face.

Clinging with ancient strength— gossamer webs in small corners of thought—cloth and napkin claim man's obedience. The Christ commands, "Loose him, and let him go," dissolving error's strong hold, and lifting thought to know man's obedience to God.