Questions & Answers
What am I searching for? A soft, warm cushion of repose in matter? Or the glitter-glow of fleeting fame to illumine a desolate and dreary land? A floating far-off cloud that I can dream on? Or a place of safety built upon the sand? Love will direct to paths of true fulfillment, where ease or pride or sleep no more holds sway; where my chastened heart can open wide to challenge the shallow dreams I cherished yesterday. And so I find the law of Love's fulfilling, imparting only good which all may share, where man is found complete as God's reflection, with Love alone his motivation there.
I believed I was encased in matter-body imperfect, disproportioned, limited. "If only the world—and I—could see through the facade, love me for who I really am.
Jesus instructed Whereby to heal. He knew The Christ, God's ideal, Ruled supreme In him And revealed His forever unity with God— God and His perfect man As one in Love sealed! "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.
( Reading the parable of the prodigal son See Luke 15:11-32 . one day, I saw in the elder brother's dull rectitude, my own.
the joy, the sense of belonging, of naturalness, of family, peace, purpose, place, that's how we feel each time we discover something of the fact that man lives in Spirit, that he is Spirit's image and likeness— loved, loving, lovable, safe, spiritual, whole, eternal. prodigal wanderings— of a moment, a day, a week, a tendency to make the "matters" of Spirit of less importance— fade to nothing, and a sense of the continuity and reality of spiritual being dawns.
Healed is all remorse about the past; It has no bearing on you or me. The inspired heart Is love-filled and trusting; No fear nor anxious moment Can invade its harmony.
Having to decide, you realize that Mind is doing your knowing. You're not misled by what may look like chance—the dolphin's arc, the dove's delayed return.
Above the cedar, pine, and fir, Love's soft breeze Brings a gentle stir.
He who on the shore stands, listening to the breaking waves— hears.
My Shepherd is coming to find me He's left the ninety and nine, and is coming to me Lost I've been wandering long in this hard and barren land of hopeless anger and distrust Distracted by wolves in sheep's clothing Chased by biting fears White wool darkened by doubts But my Shepherd is coming to find me He'll gently lift me on high will step over the stones of my stubbornness will take me tenderly home He won't exclaim over my wilderness wanderings Finding me, He'll rejoice Beside still waters I'll be washed clean newborn with white wool of child's trust and innocence My Shepherd is coming to bring me home! And together we will rejoice— the ninety and nine me and our Shepherd.