Questions & Answers
There is set a feast before me that shall grow not ever less, A feast unseen by mortal eyes or mortal consciousness: And the words of loving wisdom echo gladly through my mind, "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find. " And shall find, not just sufficient, but abundance of good things In the Life that is of Spirit, in the joy that concept brings.
When — as the shepherds watched their flocks by night, we watch our thoughts, say nay to sin, disease, and want, and yea to love that soars above all discord, pain, and fear, to light, then— the star that leads our way is bright. Assured God's plan for all is good, in peace and joy we dwell apart.
The housing problem was acute on that first Christmas Day when Jesus' birth proclaimed to earth good will and peace to men. Today the Christ seeks entrance to hearts of all mankind.
The angels of His presence sang In joyful strain on Christmas morn. "Peace on the earth, good will to men: The Saviour of the world is born!" The listening ear still hears this song, Borne on the harmonies of Soul, Above the range of mortal thought, Beyond belief of time's control.
How bravely they went forth— Those faithful ones Who started out upon their ministry Spreading the gospel that the Master taught, The holy, healing message of the Christ. Small wonder that they all returned with joy.
So good is God, we need not fear to trust Him. He will requite the faithful, loving heart.
I am a poet when my lyrics bring Each man to feel the poetry that lies Within his own heart that will leap to sing When he has read a verse which testifies Of beauty that his own thoughts recognize. I am a comforter when words I choose Inspire a fearful man to draw upon His store of courage, which he then may use To bring him closer to the Holy One That he may hear God say, "Beloved son.
O Mary , maid of Galilee, to you the angel came, more tender than the fluttering dove, a gracious presence from above, and Gabriel was his name. For Gabriel is the peace that comes when human hearts are purified, when self is still.
John the beloved saw a city, A state of consciousness so pure That imperfection finds no entrance, And only peace and love endure. This city needs no watch, no shelter, For enemy from sky or sea Can find no weapon that can harm it; Its walls shall stand eternally.
Mary : "I do rejoice to have him safe again; And yet I know that he is always safe. I could have saved myself the fear and pain: His 'Father's house' is just where he would be.