Poems

They crucified him .

I felt so alone misunderstood justifiably angry .

First mangered within Mary's innocent body Then for the appearing on that winter night the lowliest of dwellings in a little town— with only the gentle beasts in their stall breathing, stirring until the break of a dawn that must have come with no more fanfare than any other dawn for those yawning as they awakened in the inn next door After that and so swiftly in obedience to a command the secret flight into an Egypt from whence ages before the whole great exodus of a tribe had begun now elected to provide refuge for a marked child Until a next instruction equally precise: "Arise, and take the young child and his mother— " only to find themselves (when come within reach of it) suddenly warned against re-entering their own Judea and thus impelled however wearied to proceed still further: to where— among green Galilean hills all the while being prepared for just such an entry— the sunlit growing of a little boy could safely go on Later much later, more than thirty years ahead— with a destiny now unflinchingly to be dared to its full— there would await in a garden that penultimate privacy: the sealed tomb wherein through a dark at its start the darkest earth can have known what came to pass no human tongue no, not one however learned, or skilled or reverentially deployed ever may with words intrude upon O wrought-out victory on behalf of a world! Alone—alone— in a supreme enactment between Father and Son. DORIS PEEL.

There were many good reasons Not to go— Too tired, Too depressed, Too busy— Besides, it's cold and wet outside. Give up, error.

As Naaman dipped, See II Kings 5:1-14. did he lose the stinging nettles of irritation, the withering joints of limited trust, the shackling chains of self-engineered power, the dragging garments of pride? "I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine" Isa.

Days have no number: snow flakes your closed petals' white, yet your heart knows Love doesn't slumber. Somewhere between hurt and redeeming, your bruised stem straightens.

You are the temple of My peace Where power, light, and joy increase. No den of thieves can rob you of The radiant gems of My great love.

O ye dry bones Dance Rejoice Sing! O ye sad tones O ye muffled moans O ye slow drones Leap Applaud Laugh! O ye hard stones O ye dead zones O ye graveyard groans Awake Listen Learn! O ye dry bones Be fed Be clothed Return! DORIS KERNS QUINN.

The action of Love moves complacency's hard rocks, turning barriers to trampolines and caves to doorways, with thought changed from materialism's cold focus to love's warm glance. MARTY E.

Does the day seem dark, and the way seem long? Be still, and know. Does there seem to be less of right than wrong? Be still, and know.