Poems

"How does the Jonah story touch my life?" you ask. "It sounds like quaint mythology: a great fish swallowing a man and then coughing him up alive on the dry land!" Well, yes, it sounds remote, but hear me out.

Cleopas's eyes were holden (His earthbound thought aggrieved by those who sought to stay Christ's power) Blind to what Jesus achieved. No holden eye discerns, this morn, the living proof now found; Mary's love still whispers "Rabboni"! joyous sound! Powerless cross, empty tomb erase all Thomas-doubt; "He demonstrates eternal Life," the very angels shout.

My friend discerned and stood by facts instead of arguments or personal design. (Once I reported the arrival of an airline flight at seven-ten.

I. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

Amid the trembling hopes of human need— Beyond man's laws which often fail to free— The statute of almighty God still stands: "I AM, and I have not forsaken thee. " This law of Love and great Immanuel Can never be obstructed or repealed.

Is doubt full? Or empty? Wondering, worrying, fretting, scurrying in what-ifs, doubt is full of nothing at all! Full of zero. Full of blank.

Pieces and partials abound on the shore. Hints of the whole held in fragmented hues Segments of circles Sections of curves Spirals and splinters All simply clues.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13 The woman read the words Then closed the book, Feeling sad.

"Neither do I condemn thee .

Shattering blow? No, Opportunity to grow! Why lie musing In the dust of shattered dreams On what might once have been. It never was the Father's will.