Poems

Do you love Christ enough to cry with tears of joy? Our grievous sins he was crucified to end. Repent.

You startle with gentle messages my thoughts.

"Jesus .

Lost, we decided to go fishing. What a lonely night that was banished by a glorious sunrise.

It's time to gather the tares together and burn them. We've faithfully worked in the fields preparing the soil.

Those who are in procession Lamenting, crying, even silent with woe, Gather dust only shuffling feet know. Christ cometh, entering to Impart healing power, giving soft commands To be still, so Love's words may be heard.

We, ourselves, cannot truly excel in any good endeavor unless we have the sweet humility and the spiritual capacity to recognize the Christly brilliance expressed by another. The borrowed light shining throughout creation (a God-shine, all divine) multiplies and intensifies in recognition's grateful magnification.

Every long-awaited child, each an Isaac, undefiled, shouts joy begun in Sarah's smile. Her laugh behind the tent-door's screen startled submission, broke the dream, redeemed her hope, repented her care.

In Genesis chapter one we read: "And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. " What do you do with chapter two? Let it go—the mortal record is not so, not good, not real, nor true.

Would I.