Poems

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.

When suffering sense would cause despair, I seek relief through healing prayer. Then clamor of material sense Heeds Christ's command, "Get thee hence"! Torment of fear gives way to peace, As Spirit's allness brings release.

Good morning, self! Greet your creator (He's pleased with you, you know). Let this waking second beckon you; drop night's cocoon and feel the freeing dawn-flight that's  yours.

Gratitude (yes) for the opportunity to expand my sense of love beyond self. If the love behind a healing is confined to self, that sense of love is incomplete.

Consider Peter. That fisherman, Used to rough waves, rough men.

The lecture is over. But the essence of the gift is still with us.

Where dragons lay Soft rushes grow. Gentle green things, Upspringing, show Love's presence Where no poison lurks To challenge God.

What lookers-on see is not necessarily me. I'm the active expression of Him who is and ever will be.

A transparency, you say? That's for mortal mind to become more and more of until it disappears. God made you!—not a pane through which the light of Truth can shine: outcome, emanation, idea, reflection— the light itself is what you are.

Where do you stand— here, now? What outworn footprints trail you— hate, indifference, waiting? Awake! Stand free! You are not in a race with time and space. You live the infinite now.