Poems

Set upon by Satan to exalt himself, our Master consented not. His Father's honor alone Jesus undeviatingly sought.

What drew you to the burning bush, O Moses, with your rod? I was impelled to turn aside and listen to my God. What drew you out of lions' den, O Daniel, man of prayer? It was my faithfulness to God that took me from the lair.

Not like a shooting star slicing the night, with a big flashy tail for all the world to see. But as a candle whose silent, modest expression tempers the dark.

Remembering I never knelt Without His presence Being felt, I came to cherish Homely chores, Like pulling weeds And scrubbing floors, And kneeling by A young one's bed When the evening Prayers were said. So little time To read His Word, I listened, loving What I heard.

Light, instant and forever, Heaven's peaceful harmony, Dominion over earthly things; All these are given me. Clear thought, deep wisdom, strength Are mine to know.

I am the cosmic tale You spin as gently You tuck comets in; I am the lilting lay You teach to fledglings in their downy perch. And O, Thou immortal poet, I am Your eternal sonnet.

As you and I learn to know Love and its healing power we experience its gentle tranquillity, purity, and grace, where harmony and joy superbly flower. Here, we rest safe in the Christly consciousness of good, where Love reflected by you and me is silently understood.

God knows the one who trusts in Him, the one who hears, the one who sees Him. "The Father hath not left me alone; for I do always those things that please him.

This sinuous line visible in the stony path is an illusion a deceptive form. This insidious whisper audible in Eden is a dream an elusive talk.

I knelt in prayer—my heart reached out to know what Love was all about. Unselfish —I once thought that's for me, this is the quality that I should be; I'll help to care for those in need and hungry souls I'll gladly feed.