Poems

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.

When doubt and fear of deprivation seemed to overwhelm my faith, I turned to God and cried, "Save me, Father, from my despair!" And the voice within replied, "Did I lead Israel into the wilderness to die? Did I require the widow of Zarephath to starve? Did I take back the Shunammite's son? Are you not Israel, my child? Are you not the widow? Are you not the Shunammite?" And then I knew, "It is well. " KARL S.

To his students it was simple mathematics: a thousand men for one loaf —hardly enough— human need denied. To the Master it was divine metaphysics: five thousand men with one Mind —more than enough— hunger satisfied.

Here we are, Mike, in this box of a chapel. Late June.

Not what others think I am, but what God knows. Opinions can't define me if I accept Mind's perfect concept.

"were there not ten cleansed?" ( Luke 17:17 ) There were nine who went on. I was the nine.

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