Poems

March in the footsteps of the Truth. Accept your wholeness, heal, and shine! Advance! Move forward in the Truth.

Unperturbed by a “legion” of demons    the Master chose neither to let them alone nor to confine them    temporarily    in some unseen abyss  but in the name of the one I am   to consign them    permanently    to the realm of self-stifling nonentity    for all to witness their final dismissal. Father, help me so to choose neither to ignore evil nor to postpone its confrontation but with Christly authority    to behold its annihilation    through faithful witnessing     to the all-goodness    of the one I am.

In simple trust I come to Thee. As a child seeking to know, it is to Thee where I must turn.

Our Father-Mother God  Holds us in Love’s embrace, We cannot stumble, fear, nor fail While in this cherished place;  But glow with noontide glory Reflecting radiant Soul, Immortal, perfect, beautiful, God’s man—divinely whole!  —Dilys Bell.

the lion will lie down with the lamb all that gnaws stalks preys consumes  will give up  the surrender will be silent  no fanfare:  it is the moment when —self-aware— we come to ourselves  uncompromised unravaged pristine  an undisputable joy about us — Joni Overton-Jung.

Matthew 14:20 Father, thank you, for what seemed so inconsequential— those small, unused, unshared ideas. In gratitude we witnessed release from lack and conception grew to sufficiency for all.

Can you swaddle Love in burial clothes? Or bind up Truth in knots? Tie a napkin on Mind’s face? Hide the expression of God? —Imprison Spirit in a tomb of rock? —Mourn Soul as forever lost? Love’s idea, eternal now, infinite and free,    is never bound in clothes of lies—of physicality. Listen! “Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me.

I am God’s perfect child No sin, no fault, no stain. Innocent in every way I bear my Father’s name.

I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou art all-enfolding,  Almighty cause of universe and man; With boundless love forever safely holding All being whole and perfect in Thy plan. To Thee, O God, with humble thought ascending, I turn in trust, when ills and woes assail.

I was in need of the harbor— the calm just beyond the breakwater, a refuge. Yes, the worst of the storm had passed,    And yet the waves threatened still,    pushed on from somewhere far off shore.