Poems

Father-Mother Mind, open our eyes to what is important and close our eyes to what is not. Help us forget plush seats, soft carpet, painted walls.

One or a million, Mind's fetterless all knows no need— outpours itself to bless and feed! Elizabeth Glass Barlow.

For a Wednesday evening triumph, rise from the glueless pew! Which will you do: gummy resisting or gentle insisting? What's this ugly tugging—"I'd testify, but .

                               to read-read-read a book—does that reveal? a revelation—yes (so well, completely feelingly described)          the letter yes                  and yes the spirit too .

sitting on the grass, relaxed, expectant, vaguely aware of hunger, yet, eyes fastened on the Master, hoping perhaps for one more parable .

Sense must be silenced to learn of fold and rod . Meaning revealed in stillness— in quiet communion with God.

Noah had problems, too; his righteousness, so precious to the Lord, stood by itself where blasphemy, corruption, greed, were rampant. Till inspiration touched that righteousness, and formed it, through precise obedience, into a place of safety for all living things.

Healing is not a clever alteration or uninspired, lazy toying with our mortal dreams. Real healing is quickened revealing of man's intact purity— inspiration felt , melting callous mortal laws.

What if that had been me— raised from death at an early age by the master Christian? How would the rest of my life have unfolded? Could I possibly have returned to old ways, unchanged? Indeed, I have been raised! The Christ has touched me when dead in sin, when lulled to sleep by personal sense. The call was irresistible: Awake to the strength of Love's pure power.

O God of life, is this Patmos .