Poems

Sometimes, as here I sit in church— this place so filled with love, so free from fear— God's presence is so strong and near I know I am His child, much loved and dear. LEE REEDER.

ANGELS. God's thoughts passing to man; spiritual intuitions, pure and perfect; the inspiration of goodness, purity, and immortality, counteracting all evil, sensuality, and mortality.

When he said "Be opened" did he doubt? Instead he walked straight forward in that eternal line of truth which, before Abraham, was there to deliver and to save. It opened then, it opens now as we, pressing on, walk this same straight line and, like him, looking up and giving thanks have no doubt.

Sight held tight through will or fear is sight that clouds the far and near When sight is sought in matter's field it cannot harvest Spirit-yield Then set sight free from time and place to rest in Soul's uncrowded space DORIS KERNS QUINN.

The earth-weights of time and space would waylay and rob me of my peace and joy and love in the rush and crush and push of self-centered life style— but, wait, my soul, upon your God. Be still: then the melodies of Soul, with their cadences countless, sound the depths of the silence of my heart, drawing forth the pulsating, vital Christ treasures only the Mind named Love can impart.

"Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God. " ( Matthew 5:8 ) No need for waiting.

Like the Psalmist, who sang, "The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof," let me see all environed in blessings, walking in a living land, no ugliness or death— only the beauty of the living God, made plain at every step. And let me accompany with undaunted song the declaring heavens, the rejoicing hills.

God clothes us all With ribbons of light: The lilies so tall The stars of the night Waters with whitecaps And mountains with snow The perfume of pine sap When forest winds blow Sunshine following as Wild storm clouds cease Child crowned with laughter Old faces with peace. Each clothed with the glory Of God's constant care (True Genesis story) All good, everywhere.

Like a rocket I wait on mental launching pad for Mind's healing command. With every passing moment I listen more closely for the final countdown before takeoff.

Comes sudden summons to the day, do you silence buzzer/bell and contemplate the inert shell, slack sack of bones, that must be set upon its feet with will starched stiff enough to meet the rigors of the day? Or, do you take a moment to recall that God made man, as He made all, and contemplate for just a minute His universe—and know you're in it? The radiance of Soul lights each dawn— Truth's unfoldment waits, just past that yawn. Oh, the fresh rewards for opened eyes! This is God's day; don't put it off.