Poems

Where are you looking for your child? In body where you reconciled Your thought of him with lineage, Ancestral features in a cage That holds old family traits outlined? Is this what you expect to find? Beyond true self he has not strayed, And you will find him unafraid Within God's consciousness; He wrought The purity of childlike thought, Rejoicing in the Father's care. You who now search will find him there As Mary found her little son Full-safe with God, the Holy One, If you will lift your thought to see His spiritual identity.

The child to be born found Mary waiting for him: innocent as the morning, unfazed by angels. Found Joseph—drawn from so common a lot who yet so uncommonly understood how he too must play his part.

A flame burns deep: clear as etched snow shadows true, sharp glass thin; pure as the stretching tones of a flickering violin. Oh, let me see and understand the light of Christ in every man.

Who are you tripping down my life— you running, you slipping you noisily crowding you lingering through my life .

At the Last Supper he spoke of his joy, spoke of his joy to his friends. When their Master walked in wider room beyond the cross, beyond the tomb, he left them his message of joy to bear— a joy that none could take from them— out to the world's far ends.

Of pearl is the gate (Truth is a pearl) to this kingdom royal and fair. In the midst of the throne is the Lamb; Love and Principle govern this realm.

Harmony, peace, and grace— Holy presence, holy place. My prayer: To serve with joy, to care, To see as only He can see, Man beloved, whole and free.

Each lamb .

It stands firm as a rock of Truth, bathed in the light of beauty and holiness; as a symbol of firmness, constancy, and care: as a monument to be viewed, approached, and scaled. We viewed the panorama from afar, bowed our heads as the truth dawned in thought, the thought which unfolds in action, as we take the first steps, to reach the foot to begin the ascent.

What went we out to see? Man bound? In prison? Bent with pain or fear? Shut in by walls of doubt, bars of mortality? No. Reflection of God's grace, His wholeness face to face.