Poems

What did Moses see as he walked with joy in the Lord, and his following band, drooping in fear and doubt, watched the dust rising from their sandaled feet? He went with songs of praise! Surely he would have seen the soft glow of light along the wing of a dove; delighted in the dance of gushing waters, of prisms in the fallen dew; prayed (remembering another time) as sunset flame blazed bright on bush and shrub. Father, let me walk as Moses did, rejoicing as I go, that I, too, may see some radiant gleam of sunrise promise, some tender blade of growth along my wilderness way.

O Thou whose mercy forever falls like rain causing prayerful leaves of gratitude to spring up, cleanse the human heart! I see the child stamp in the puddle of pure affections with delight. He gets me wet, and God smiles.

Before we go onto the battlefield To fight the good fight against the powers of darkness, While we are locating our plumed helmets, Our gauntlets, hauberks, shields, and habergeons, While we are sharpening our broad swords, Burnishing our breastplates till they gleam, And long before we look into the glass To admire the "parfit .

In Love's household not one thought is outside Love's domain. For in Love's home each one of us is gathered in His name.

To trust the end from the beginning, the shining, ordered end, is not to know what shades or shapes the threads of tapestry will wind to, only that a masterpiece is in the making. To forge the colors of my thought to purest tones—to peaceflame blue, ascension yellow—is all my part, since hands more capable are molding, stitch by Spirit, the pattern of my life.

A smile a gentle touch a loving word and then to the one who has strayed from the fold the truth of God's nearness convincingly told. LUCY S.

I do Thy will, O God, when finally all doubts and fears are laid aside, and humble love with deep simplicity forgets the path that human will has tried. Accepting Thee, true omnipresent Being, I know my higher life, the Way, where heaven and earth are tenderly agreeing and angels teach me how to watch and pray.

Not born at a pace too fast or slow, and ignorant to know action or place But wholly now complete and pure the God-idea reflected sure within His love. Not final result of pressure, pain, not material work created again But unbounded child born to thought known always as what His hand has wrought.

In earth-misted hollows of the coming day, prognostic claims are holding sway. Dark images swirl inside my head as I twist and turn in troubled bed.

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits (Psalms 68:19) Can we take hold with hands or eyes of that which Spirit, God, supplies? Delusion in the senses lies His benefits must be of Mind, refining thought— line on line— until the only is divine. False standards fall.