Poems

Mortal mind, how you procrastinate! Suspended in a state of "wait" (not for God-directives, but for your self-electives: tomorrow— later— another time). I'll not take the bait! It's not too late to dump the weight of "put-it-off.

(Question) What river must I dip in, Lord, that I, too, may be clean— washed of all impurities, those seen and (more) unseen? (Answer) The Jordan of My truth flows clear, available to all, as near as consciousness is near, responding to the call. (Request) Dissolve whatever Naaman-rage would counter Thy command, all willful suffering now assuage with Thy strong/gentle hand.

When childish tough-talk yields to receptivity and all those insecure/self-centered steps proceed in straight-line paths; When feminine wiles submit to Love's compassion and that serpent's tongue—slanderous gossip— is silenced by the Word; When domination defers to moral courage and macho self-will/animality retreats for purity; Then does my manhood complement my womanhood and not abuse my child-heart innocence but cheer the new idea. For I find at one (in unblemished harmony) the male/female/child of God's creating exemplified in me.

Joy lives fully— not in vagaries of the senses nor in hyped-up material pretenses but in the overflow of Soul's exact expression wherein depression, sorrow vanish not through repression but through development of that single, spiritual sense where joy is and is and is Soul's recompense. STEVEN ALAN AVEY.

Hypothesis presents its labyrinth inviting us to walk through rooms of limitation— door to door to door infancy to child to adolescent to .

Christ-call rang clear: Lazarus, come forth. He listened and he came in that bright hour.

Why scan the roiling sky with mortal doubt, Rehearsing dark concerns, maintaining view Of enemies within and foes without? Illusions! Myths! God, good, alone is true. Elisha's servant stared.

Grasp unclasped from self-will I pray, "In God's own time. " And therein find grace for today— renewed understanding of God's holding me— in God's own way.

This is a problem for which there's no solution? Did God tell you that? Or is there merely a problem you have not yet seen the solution to? Trust Principle to have provided the answer; trust Mind to reveal it; trust Soul to give you the insight to see and accept it. LONA INGWERSON.

The plaintive cry, "Oh why, Oh why Won't error go?" Is stilled by thought That error's naught In Truth's bright glow. The dark can't say That it will stay Or choose to flee.