Poems

Self-condemnation (self-love inside out) is self-centered thinking cocooned in mortal selfhood— unable to see. Love for God's idea (self-love removed) is God-centered thinking— reveals His very likeness, uncondemned and free! CHRISTINE A.

To live so as to pray each moment of every day the prayer of doing good the prayer of Christian living the prayer of Christianly scientific knowing the prayer of selfless giving— to live in ceaseless prayer is truly ceaseless living! ELLEN MOORE THOMPSON.

The never-taken-thought-for climate outside, nice, unopposed, convenient mortal life, nice. How long can this go on? The darkening clouds of mortal belief, the warning (or mourning) of materialism's reward, of unchecked thoughts.

Ice on the sidewalk, impenetrably hard and cold. Part of the sidewalk? So it seems, until sunbeams— warming, softening, loosening— melt away hard shell of ice.

It's winter and as dark as night at 7:30 a. m.

Sweet song of Love is sounding louder now to me. I catch the chord; I hear it clearer, nearer to the heart.

Is kindness alien to your world? Courtesy a quality withheld? Then give them where you are! Be courteous and be kind. Somewhere is terror blasting life? Fear and ignorance fanned to strife? Then heal them, where you are.

Love's kindness stays, blossoming on through empty corridors of grief and desert stretches of want, through explosions of hate, regret, remorse. Here, right now, no heartbreak lack, no looking back.

Distance is not solid fact. It won't divide into its smallest part— for mortal measurement is inexact.

Where Soul's loving children share the joy of faith and trust, the outcome must be filled with shining grace— all recognizing each in ordered place. VIRGINIA L.