Poems

Why should I keep trying when no one seems to care? Never mind who cares. See that flower? Is it clamoring, "Look at me!" and complaining because its tiny yellow jewel-flame is half-hidden by its cinquefoil leaves? Does it turn on and off its being like a lamp and go dark when I'm not here to appreciate its minute beauty? Shining for self, our light goes dim.

Brother Saul. Yes! Ananias called him that, without a trace of guile.

Yield to Spirit, and in come usable ideas that develop themselves into action. Look to Love, and practice kinder ways of caring for yourself and your community.

bound to the hands which mindlessly round the face of the clock or crossing off cages on calendar pages is not God's good time — time undone by eternity. Mary Elizabeth G.

Go beneath the surface. Expose every root of error.

Take time out from the personal maneuvering, the push-and-shove syndrome of life-gamesmanship. Instead, rest in the revealed certainty of secure success as God's unpressured, out-of-time, eternal idea! Steven Alan Avey.

Jesus didn't say (as the first commandment) Thou shalt love the Lord your God with 50% of your heart and soul, your mind and strength, reserving 50% of your energy and love for more important matters. He spoke from experience, (his the single eye, his the life in focus, discerning); no fractions there— no unfinished work, lingering pain, delayed healing, partial achievement in his living and sharing.

John, John, belly laced with locusts and honey shouting the hot hills down striding the Word into all those preoccupied hearts shy of repentance, your dry voice booming in the wilderness dropped with a gasp as the quiet one waded the waters baring his unbaptized head. Your prophecies, bounding for centuries among the companioning rocks, meet us at boulders' end still supple with meaning for all those divining in the desert after the hidden source.

When God called Moses to rescue his people, he replied with "Who am I .

What's true Always was. What's not Can never be.