Poems

The eloquence of Word makes each Variform, so fitting, neat: With loving eye it sees It speaks with tongue It writes by hand It runs on feet With action-ease To please concordant Mind As fully activated man. The fountainhead of function Has, it seems to me, But one vocabulary: all and each; So that which bubbles in us all (with no account of clock) Goes out as messenger with purpose All programmed from the heart, Darting in travel-time of Soul To praise another.

It takes the gentle rain to bring the grass again after a prairie fire. When word of hate would singe or burn up friendship's green, turn instantly to prayer! Let Love's forgiving dew cool smoldering root and heal whatever lit the flare.

Love has infinite ability To maintain its own infinity. Leonard E.

When I was a little girl, one of the most exciting things was finding a rainbow after a storm— and more so, if in another part of the sky the storm was still in progress. Then, when I was older, I learned what a rainbow really stands for: God's promise to His children that He will not let error flood the earth.

Scrutinize as with His eyes— What perfection, glory, and beauty you are, you have. You can never have less if you try, or others try, to give the lie to holiness.

No other way could tiny child have been protected quite so well.        A world attuned through inspirationed prophecy        to glorious marvels faithful ones would grasp.

I was not a joiner— something of a loner; not organization-minded. Oh, I loved the truth! I loved the church triumphant.

Prayer to God is a forward journey, a grasp of the infinite, an encounter with eternity. Anita H.

Father, may I rise to know that higher praise beyond self-centered gratitude for mercies given or expected; that praise which is Your glory reflected in pure adoration, in realization of heaven here. Lord, may my consciousness be where Your glory touches and transfigures thought, teaching a way of life transformed by grace— itself a song of praise.

When the parched tongue fails, when the flesh is riven the God of the Children will not forsake. He will appear, in the cruelest place, as rivers opened, as saving springs— as the fiery wilderness cooled to a pool.