Poems

Dear God, I come in prayer each day, Seeking my sonship, sure, with Thee. Thy loving spirit, as I pray, Tells me I'm Thine eternally.

Like a God-chosen soldier of Gideon, listen and obey. Stand in your place and break earth's fetters.

Let us rise and shine— glow warmly, radiate— till the mists of error thin and dissipate. And if fog-veiled thought cannot at once perceive, let's shine on and demonstrate the truths we believe.

Have you heard the mocking laughter? Have you felt the winds blow cold? They howl in the wilderness, In the waste howling wilderness. Have you seen the vultures hovering, Have you tasted the poison of asps, Have you smelled smoke, Yet disappointed them all, and lived— Because you loved Life? Yes, love Life, God! God is in the wilderness too, In the waste howling wilderness, God is right there with you.

Do you hear the crying of the world .

If no tree, but the evergreen promise. If no snow, yet the purity of the coming.

Dweller in wilderness (bleak, barren, remote) John, the son of Elisabeth, did baptize With Jordan's water Those crowds who credited his foretelling, so incredible, The imminent appearance of the prophesied Messiah. With what wonderment and awe Did John perceive Within the face of Mary's eldest son— The, until recent days, carpenter of Nazareth town, Indeed, John's own cousin— The inner light of the anticipated Christ! "Suffer it to be so," Urged the Master of the Baptist.

Mortal, sinning, dying sense seems inescapable/inevitable (a closed cocoon of consciousness). Spiritual sense stirs, awakes, and soars— bursting the bonds of belief.

No matter how critical the disease, no matter how unbending the immovable wall (of hatred, fear, frustration), no matter what material sense tries to shout, I can be patient, Father. No matter what blackness seems to engulf, I will be patient, wait on You.

His hand gently leading beside still waters. I resisted— hesitant, halting.