Poems

I need not fear the future, concerned by distant time, for God is speaking now to me to say that all is Mine.   In trust and strong obedience, I hear so clear Love’s voice.

No threat, mess, stress, fuss; no matter the appearance there just is no interference; just God, good, Being all-harmonious, just Being—Love supreme, loving us; just Being—Mind, with Truth divine defining us; just Being—Life, Spirit, Soul—expressing us; Principle of being, being all there really is to us: Good—proved power, law, presence; One—one All-in-all, one consciousness holding us at-one within its allness; there just is none else. —Suzanne Goewert.

—Mary Baker Eddy, Manual of The Mother Church, p. 41 Let Life’s light reveal the law of being Let Truth show me all I need to know  Let Love’s warmth be felt by all around me Let Principle guide me where to go  Let Soul’s grace lift me in my waking Let Mind direct me to the place I need to be  Let Spirit inspire true kindness in my actions Let the reign of God be established in me! —Charlotte M.

God speaks to me in poetry  expressing Life divine.   No limits to God’s harmony—  His goodness ever mine.

Inspired by Matthew 5:3–12 Happy are they who know their need Of Truth—the rich, transforming leaven By which from bondage they are freed To claim the joys of present heaven. Happy are they who, mourning, find Their sorrow fading fast away, As comfort from eternal Mind Speaks gently of a glad new day.

Inspired by First Corinthians 13:12 : “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. ” The windowpane obscures occasionally, but still admits light, and when completely clean, there is perfect transparency; so in this clear light of Love I see the Mind that is Thee, and me, the reflection, in which there is neither obscuration nor confusion —only clarity.

Today, As I prayerfully considered Me In my ongoing act of “Becoming,” I realized I already am.   I am already Being.

Somewhere in you a light is shining, a gentle glow. Gracious are you, divinely loved.

The librarian’s promise Is to bear witness To Love’s goodness: To see  The dew of inspiration Rests on the leaves of God’s word— Open books ready to wrap The mourner in comfort. The librarian’s promise Is to give gratitude For Mind’s infinitude: To know  In this active quiet— Expectant stillness— A thousand angels Are waiting to bless.

Dear Lord, I pray, Thy glorious light to see. Create in me a humble heart, And angel thoughts of love impart To lead me home to Thee.