Poems

This poem offers quick snapshots, as it were, of the process of learning in Christian Science. If the lighting and framing are somewhat unusual, the portrait is nevertheless genuine and sincere in its informality.

Coming freshly to this meal, this Christly banquet, feast of Soul, prepared by Love for morning disciples— breakfasting in the spirit of curiosity, hanging on the edge of expectancy, turning the eager page ready to mint coinage in a new currency (supple, pliable coins, designed for the marketplace of ideas not items, for the exchange of thoughts not things)— what preparation of the heart takes place, what humbling, meeking, overturning, stirring, waking, quickening, clearing, listening, hearing, feeling, knowing, clear discerning!

Not just a collection of familiar, oft-read passages, half-remembered and occasionally used during the speeding hours of a busy day; but— the thing most needed, exceeding in significance all we think is waiting for our attention. These words, the Word.

I know that where you are God is, Since He is everywhere. And being everywhere, He is where I am, too.

Waves do not compete. In the least of lives moves something startling, fond, that cannot lose, that does not seek to win— something that succeeds as waves succeed in blossoming on the sand.

Hello. I am your Church.

These things may happen: in far places where nobody knows your name a cherished coat may be stripped off and lonely cells become the recompense for righteousness. Dark thoughts, detailing grief or guilt, may shout but will not bring deliverance.

"Come unto me," the Master said. Those burdened and oppressed Brought unto him their troubled hearts, And so he gave them rest.

When we self-center our lives, we absent ourselves from humanity. We are alone, invisible in proportion to our selfishness.

There is a quietness In me today. The winds of history Have swept the scene And plucked the shriveled leaves To crown the green.