Poems

A testimony's like a paradox: Though short, concise, its truths are very great, Through helping others, helps the one who talks, Outside of time, but never out of date. Not personal with names and details gross, Still it is individual, sincere; Not rambling foolishly and not verbose, Yet it's complete and says the Christ is here.

What would happen if light could meet darkness? Would light regulate, handle, outshine it? Would there be protest, struggle (brief, prolonged)? No. Light does not see then unsee darkness, nor assimilate, control, outline it.

In quiet of prayer so active, yet still, we listen, then hear God empowering His will. Thomas C.

You, serpent, who call me nothing but a worm, as you did Job, will find I'm the man of Mind to whom God gave dominion sublime. O animal magnetism, I see you for what you are— nothing and no one! You're a zero without a rim on it, and not a noose around my neck! Jane Huelster Hanson.

If you pause, if you wait, if you listen with a quiet heart— you will wake to the light of God, you will rejoice in the love of God. In this hour, gentle as a silver bell with muted song, in this silence, still as a moonbeam on a dreaming leaf— you will feel His presence with inward joy, you will find His image in cloudless thought— if you pause, if you wait, if you listen with a quiet heart.

Now is the time to trust our Father-Mother— trust through the night, trust His resurrecting Son to show with healing light God's work done. Maxine Le Pelley.

She left in the flare of the sunrise As I walked in the luminous morning; Though constantly she had been with me, She left, and without any warning. Only the myth of a selfhood— That counterfeit concept of me— In one flash of glorious vision, I knew what it meant to be free.

To seek and find is not to rest immobile in eternity. As beacons mark the way and not the end, so findings urge another seeking, while our steps take pause but never cease in our journey through infinity.

A place of fresh beginnings where the Word of God makes new paths in consciousness— quietly, inexorably, consuming the dross until the gold shines through— where self meets the Son in a holy sacrament of Thy-will-be-done, and the yielding heart rejoices to find that yielding and healing are one. Mildred Kendall Shaw.

shining as the morning star man's primal innocence is found untampered inviolate centered in Love's allness Richard Howard.