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Praise now eternal day upon whose scroll Love limns its endless harmonies. The light That emanates from ever-active Soul Knows not one portent of a coming night.
As when a child, confident of a love That frees him by adventuring to grow, Turns from his play and climbs his father's chair— Secure of welcome when the puppy's shove Topples his balance, or he longs to show His latest art, or brims with love to share, So would I turn and climb, when racked with fear Of pain and lack or warmed with tempting glow Of human praise, from triumph and despair For prayerful lap time: wan worlds disappear In Father-Mother's care. HUGH PENDEXTER III.
"Healing isn't the only thing," she said. And she explained to me how necessary are the graces of Spirit for enriching the heart and uplifting thought.
True, Love— Your being the all-hearing good, we, Your listeners (alert/aware) catch Your call: Rise! Walk! .
A place where Love is waiting where Truth is stating its mighty message in countless ways. A place where Life's unfolding and Mind is molding the living Word on every page.
The infinite unfolding of God's entirety redeems the mortal dream's beginning .
When all human will is melting away, and you have no more wish of your own, stand back and let nothing remain that can interfere with the powerful law. Humbly listen until thanks come welling up jubilating quietly and without words; then the flooding of peace and harmony will wipe out the dreary thoughts of fear, and break the dream of suffering, and in one instant—yet endless in eternity— you feel embraced by the holiness of Spirit, and you know your true being anchored in God.
Isaac: Is this our God who bids my father kill His covenanted heir? How, if I die Lacking manhood's seed, can I fulfill God's oath that Abraham should multiply? My guiltless father grieving must obey And I submit, or in the desert flee Like Ishmael to strange tribes, give up God's way, And no more sing beside my mother's knee. But God has always loved us, swift to save From nomad raiders, Pharaoh's grasping paw, From locust, drought, and storm.
And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten.