Poems

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!

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.