Poems

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.

Songs without music? Silence—yet heard? Sentenceless thoughts, Lord? Prayer without words? Like hurricane's eye, Ideas evolve with Mind at the center— Paradox solved! Roy Jacob Jordan.

are simply truths already known, to infinite Mind— and newly revealed to individual consciousness. Vicki Furgatch.

There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger (Luke 17:18) But one returned in gratitude. One stranger leaving nine.

I asked myself: "Have you ever been jealous of Jesus? "Have you ever felt a sharp thrust of envy as you consider the uniqueness of his career, his purity, his power?" Decidedly not. Rather have I felt inspired, gratified, satisfied, by the Christly dominion of his experience.

On the plain of Shinar I built a tower to myself; it brought nothing but confusion. With Jonah I was disobedient, and fled.

That was a sad trip you took into a far country where the very glamour that you sought finally left you empty. Not lavish feasts nor husks shared with swine could ever satisfy your real desires.

Mountaintop to mountaintop, crest to crest, is where we stand. Error is unknown to Mind— unknown to man.

Like one of those Twelve, I, too, stand at the edge of a multitude. In my hands are barely half a loaf of bread and a fragment of fish given me to share with those out there, waiting, patient and expectant, to be fed.

Not mere habitual repetition nor tired formula— but the Christly effort reaching joyfully out to almighty Love with humble obedience. We then leap a colossal step heavenward lifted up—soaring free! Now we know beyond flimsy doubt we've scaled the mount to the absolute knowing— one Mind is All, now, and we're the spontaneous reflection.