Poems

I'm never hostage in the hands of dreams. I live in dreamless Truth, reality.

And a certain man lame from his mother's womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple; who seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple asked an alms. (Acts 3:2, 3) Acting out a misconception (fettered by womb-tomb theory) of birthright, with his sense of substance apparently locked in a to-beg-to-bed routine, limitation was the verdict— birthright: crippled capacity/aborted career substance: contorted limbs/chancy income.

Again And yet again We gather year by year To hear the teaching That impels our reaching For assurance and strength— learning, discerning, yearning to understand. Meeting and greeting Again and yet again We join "other seventy" also Grateful for that first awakening— Which ended all too soon— When we carried home a new idea: to grow, and to know; and to sow with love and joy.

Consummate beauty crowns the alpine crest In glow of dawn and blaze of setting sun; Our humble upward gaze in awe would rest Upon the work of God, whose will is done. We also, in our heart of hearts, would climb, By means of words, self-luminous and bright, The heights of oratory, prayer, or rhyme, Inspirited by God's revealing light.

God-inspired good unfolding— man reflecting, Mind upholding. God is All.

"My words fly up, my thoughts  remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

What do you do when things get tough And you have suffered quite enough From evil's claims, its fear and pain? You've prayed and worked and prayed again— What can you do? Just listen as a child would do And let God's love envelop you. JUNE McCLENEGHAN FOWLER.

Unless I recognize that which lies beyond what mortal eyes would see, I am not praising Thee. Unless I listen well to hear Thine angels speak when mortal voices shriek their claims of sin and hell, I am not praising Thee.

New recruit : If Christ is the victor over sin and death, why, then, do I have to battle with them? Seasoned soldier : Because, though Christ Jesus proved that evil is a lie, the lie still thinks itself the truth; and you, too, must share the exhilaration of the proof. Don't be afraid! You are clothed as all God's warriors are, in righteousness, truth, receptivity to Christ's good news, faith, knowledge of salvation, and you've been issued a sharp effective sword: the Word of God.

Rejoice! There is no other voice for you Or me than that of God, the only Mind. No anathema or Adam curse, No hypnotic shove that can reverse Or nullify the power of perfect Love.