Questions & Answers

As far as social conscience is concerned, I was a late-starter— global awareness was not my strongest point. Economic repressions, depressions, world crises passed me by—untouched.

Although local planners failed to put a line in the municipal budget for      "multitudes, feeding of," Jesus and a quite ordinary Hollywood Bowl-sized crowd      from the neighborhood saw Mind take form in substance, humanly perceived that cool evening in a desert place. "I have compassion on the multitude.

We know not yet what they shall be When we shall see them as they are; We'll keep the essence of them free We will not think of them as far. When we shall see them as they are No longer hidden by a veil, We will not think of them as far We will not think of them as frail.

I love expanse of sea and star-crowned nights for blackboard thoughts (uncluttered simple free). I love them as I love the shell the spider's web the leaf.

As a small pebble dropped into the water makes a tiny circle growing larger—larger— so my thought of God expands knowing no limit, no bounds. God is.

You're alive—not merely existing. You are : you're not trying to be.

Breathless sleepless we rush through the night Emmaus to Jerusalem borne by message more than muscle to burst in at last and shout he's risen then dripping, spent, we gasp our story .

   Pre-mist    pre-mud not part of Adam's dreaming wait finitely cocooned in weave of time,    I do not seek eternity    through metamorphosis. When God said, "Let us make man in our image," I was,    and as He is eternally I am, I am eternally conceived in day too clear for dreams.

Father: Help us today to let thought run spring-free buoyant clear child-eyed light-winged out of the woods that would stifle Your ideas. So Love-drawn—Truth-borne We released move on out into the field harvest-ready waiting mother-patient to be reaped with joy untrembling! The way? Yours to point out ours to see.

I find myself in a desert, my thoughts elemental—cleansed as pure forms shaped by God's wind. In this silence I have heard His voice and I have forgotten loneliness.