Poems

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.

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.