Poems

Shake thyself from the dust; arise, and sit down, O Jerusalem: loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.             — Isaiah 52:2 Isaiah cried to all who      have yielded to pain,           hopelessness, and sin,                when he urged,  Awake, O captive daughter of Zion,      shake thyself from the dust—           the Christ is here; salvation is at hand,                so rejoice! Rise up; expect healing.

How could I Your image bear In this hollow human frame, All alone in dark despair, And with Jacob for a name? Truth, my Life forevermore, In the twinkling of an eye, Change the man who, once before, Stole a blessing with a lie. Him I could not overthrow Wounded me at break of day, But I would not let him go, And he could not get away.

I pray, dear Father, that what is being heard is Your Word Your voice: The cadence, tone, inflection of Soul  guiding the reading of Your message this hour and shepherding this congregation of seekers to You. Amen.

Our Pastor shines Let me not step in front of the light           my most brilliant self                     will only make a shadow. Thoughts move the voice  so I simply pray to hear             and let the Father move my thoughts                     so only the Father’s Word is heard.

This path I tread .  .

I see you in the mirror, My reflection— Science showing My perfection— upright, needing no correction, and you see Me. I hear you when you sing Me songs of praise in gratitude for all the ways I guide you safe through nights and days, and you hear Me.

not a broken cistern* trying to hold inspiration  sometimes poured in,  always leaked out you are the flowing of Life’s living itself you’re the expressing of Love’s loving, Mind’s knowing you’re His rejoicing pouring forth from His fountain without ever ceasing with no kind of drought you’re the on-going of Life’s very good being one endless stream of Soul’s sweet delight. —Nancy Humphrey Case *See Jeremiah 2:13.

Open your eyes to Christ’s living light.   Divine Love removes the cloak of comparison, selfish ambition, and tattered human hope.

Truth, first displayed as a Son beloved, blest impartation of the Father, today shines forth as Science— hope fulfilled, God’s laws revealed, the Christ-idea appearing again  to illumine what the Master proved,  man and woman forever complete in the image of Spirit. It comes again, this light divine, to every open heart, the promise of the star fulfilled each day— “I will not leave you comfortless.

When first the Pilgrims planted their feet on Plymouth Rock, frozen ritual and creed should forever have melted away in the fire of love which came down from heaven. The Pilgrims came to establish a nation in true freedom, in the rights of conscience.