Poems

Why all this fuss? What did he do to deserve this feast of love? Having never left home maybe it's hard to know what emptiness sin is, to imagine how hungry a yearning heart can feel, to picture spiritual starvation, the agonizing self-depreciation that turns us to true self-appreciation. Welcome him.

Do we yearn for healing and place it on high above all else? Oh, we will learn, you and I, "there is none other God but one. " Even the light above the sun is under God, Most High.

Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me. Matthew 19:14 "Let them come," the Master said.

I thought I'd understood Deep affection. Hadn't I shed penitent tears, Given the best that I could give? I'd thought much about the hope One oil-bearing woman gave to me—as sinner— Her being close to Jesus And having his approval; Knew well how much she loved, With so much sin forgiven her.

Not that I had lost my way — only that it seemed unclear. God was a presence dimly felt, not deeply known.

Like star pinpoints of light in the night sky Truth seemed tiny, so far away .

Drought-seared landscapes, barren prospects, hang like Dali scenes; drought-seared hope yearns to break the bondage of this dream. Yet hope persists, gathers strength, and swells to prayer ascending where, buoyed by unsinking faith, meets angel thoughts descending.

The newborn baby reaches out To touch the mother's face. The Bethlehem babe reaches out To touch the world with grace.

Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart . (Luke 2:19) Mary's Soul-sense magnified aloud the Lord, grasped the destiny of the child she bore.

Write for the periodicals? What can I say that has not already been said? So beautifully, too, that my heart has been touched with gratitude (faith renewed) healed with the thoughts of Mind shared from the steadfast work, the hearing of others. Should I write? First comes the reply Who am I? And then.