Poems

I feel good! But if when I feel good I don't feel You— surging, urgent, transcendent Spirit — then it's not good. If when I feel good don't merely feel good but feel You — You piercing hazy daydreams, that I may think straight and true wiping weepy eyes, that I may see to heal stirring slow limbs, moving me to act with You, with Love, to do some good for You, then, and only then, feeling good is fully good.

it's getting much more natural now —                                          this turning to God first                                                  —this lifting with prayer rather than         bogging down in human yesbuts and                                                                       whatifs                                                                                           and                 wellif he'd just .

God took no bone to form His own nor mud of earth to give it birth. God brought to light His image bright and holds in view the perfect you.

Love-inspired/impelled to help those most in need— he fed freed them all; with present truths (thoughtful/practical) of God/man at one supply/demand equal he satisfied the hungry; with a word ("Arise!" "Walk!") he healed one sick of the palsy. Thanking the Father, then, the Master went on restoring forgiving resurrecting! Encouraged now, let us, his followers, take a stand for Principle (Love!) unreservedly as he with the joy he's left with us till Love led/sped we too go on— come to comfort others weary searching searching for the truth we've found working (today!) in the way he's proven best— Loving more! Jane R.

This minute has possibilities in it. It may hold light to shift you from struggling with others to that grand war each one must wage on false self.

God is always speaking Though at times I do not hear For listening must always be the heart's, Not only of the ear. Still, Truth keeps on repeating Till I willingly take heed, Then its gentle, healing message, heard , Supplies my human need.

Because God is, I am. Because God does, I can.

unencumbered man does not rise phoenixlike from the ashes of mortality into a bright new day— but radiates constantly at the center of Soul's allness man has never had dual citizenship in the lands of Spirit and matter— he is not lost and then found sick and then well mortal and then divine— but exists at the standpoint of changeless perfection conception immaculately perceived Richard Howard.

Love—You've done it all the reaching out the lifting up the father/mothering .

O weary sense—be still! Whenever things pile up and up it's time to take a oneness break with You, dear Father-Mother. It's time to shift my weight back in the scale of Spirit, to identify myself as Your loved child, right now abiding in heaven, harmony.