Poems

Who am I? you ponder. You are the child of God.

Our thoughts of the Bible utter our lives . Mary Baker Eddy, Message to The Mother Church for 1902, p.

God lighted art is like the Art of a rainbow—hinting at The eternal beauty of all good, All that really is in wonderful grandeur, All effortlessly unfolds, is Individual, expansive, reflecting the infinite, All being Expressing every thought in full obedience To the action of the ever-present Christ The omni-good of constant unbound grace Cast in colors and light on every shore A rainbow wide from black to white.

I am the script written: the expression of what God is knowing, being. I can never move off the page, cease to exist, separate myself from divine origin.

When we go forth to sow the seed of Truth in all directions, Broadcasting lovingly, Our sowing unhedged by limits of self-want scantiness, Just giving out freely, Behold, for harvest reaping, There will come forth God-glorifying abundance For all mankind.

Let the music begin in the beginning God the One the only creating the everlasting to everlasting not as Adam an act of serendipity (the mathematics of dust) but in the calculus of Spirit the One the only performs the language of light which is the language of Love the Conductor's stroke between the unity of silence and the unison of harmony the morning stars' spontaneous song and our own sound sons' and daughters' joyful shout perfect notes letting the music begin.

Father-Mother Mind, we pray, teach us more of Truth this day, that in the tenderness of Love we may think and live and heal Your way.

"The constitution of the twelve [apostles] presents us with a situation which is nothing less than a miracle in personal relationships. Within that society there was Matthew the tax collector and Simon the Zealot —Matthew who had accepted the political situation, and who was profitably engaged in help to administer it, and Simon who would have assassinated any Roman whom he could reach and would have plunged a dagger into any Jew who dared to co-operate with the Romans.

"Father, what is it You would have me do?" Was the deep-felt prayer from someone who Had daily sought out divine direction, Knowing that, if needed, there'd be correction— Confident that God always governed my day, That my thought or feet couldn't, in truth, go astray. I know, dear Father, that it's not for me To say just what my direction should be, For I know it's already established in Mind— You do the leading, I'll follow behind.

God is by holy names defined: Spirit, Life, Truth, Love, Soul, Principle, Mind. You are revealed in Spirit's plan As perfect reflection; God's idea, man.