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Inspirational verse submitted by readers.

Mother tongue

I hear a language of infinite caring. Words that are acts— small deeds shaped softly out of the heart of Love.

Who goes there?

"Who goes there?" Subtle suggestion, Mortal complaint Demand admission. Enlightened thought (the sentry) Watching/waiting Bars the way.

Hearing the call

Open your ears—that you may hear His Word. Open your eyes—that you may see His creation.

There is no unrequited love

A young man fell in love, But he was only dreaming. And, in his dream, love unreturned Produced a deeper dreaming: An old man all alone, In solitary sadness, Dreamed no one there to fill his hunger With the wheat of gladness.

An endeavor of the heart

I see progress in so many little ways, The chastened motive, the quiet Godward gaze. A slower pace my footsteps find— A redemptive life, a regenerated mind.

Fellowship

Dear member, You and I look across from opposite sides of the fence. We see things from different places.

A walk through the book of Acts

That living cross! Great rugged stirring stick, Bring fire and purpose into my heart, Stir the too-long-buried thrill, Open me wide to that wave of love (To make those empty dull thoughts come alive— No trickle charge but a surge of new awe so strong That it stretches my thought to prophetic vision)! May I never be found standing still But living the Christ's way as never before, With its hymn of praise sung by those who are called — Astonished by His gifts, humbled by His power, Always to hear that beat and obey Despite the hurling stones. Make me leap to apostle-like prayers.

Love! Simply a word?

It sounds so simple—love. Is it just a word offered in compassion? No! Powered with understanding, tendered with faith, it reaches the hungering heart.

Sense to Soul

Like Joseph in the pit, I smelled the earth; like Moses at the burning bush, I felt the heat. I read the little book—the earth melted.

The baptism by the river Jordan

Love and the power of Love and the glory of the power of Love transfixed the instant as a point inside/outside of time It was a speaking of the very Word which memory alone could not communicate or recall— a benediction that echoes and echoes carving through time's quiet places a new definition of the palpable. STEPHEN GOTTSCHALK.