Poems

They came to frame a truthful man with blasphemous insurrection. With hypocritical mask torn from faceless question, they listened.

That's enough! No more recrimination. No more I should have, I shouldn't have, Why did I or If only.

There is no fear here, Because God is here. There is no fear there, Because God is there.

Good symbols have their place. They are an aid to grasping God's ideas.

O armor, how safe I feel when in your strength I'm clothed, when no intruder dares impose upon my knight-thoughts: right thoughts straight from God. Never could this suit of Truth's declaring that I'm wearing ever break or bend or fall.

Mary wept before the empty tomb. She asked where they had laid her Master.

God, lead me into opportunities to bless. Keep me ready and prepared for situations not expected.

No trumpet fanfare horn proclaimed the resurrection morn. In quiet solitude he silenced the universal lie man was born to die.

He conquered stone (hate, bitter hate) to rise. Three days before— when on the cross, the cries of those who knew not what they did nor why rang in his ears and rose to fill the sky.

As longing became yielding and yielding, feeling, I bowed my head and suddenly I knew all the spiritual forces— the hosts of heaven— were right at hand. Elusive searchings hitherto unfathomed found answers and Love—divine Love, the very source itself— glowed in my being.