Poems

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.

As birds flying will He deliver us, not as birds sitting still lethargically chirping on the roost. The child learning to ride will awkwardly sway and topple as long as the bike stands still.

Why should I stand stock-still as timid deer Each time a shadow flutters in my path? A single beam of light And I'm all right— A light that shines right through the darkest fear To prove I'm not a victim of His wrath— The gentle touch of Soul Gives me control. Self-pity cannot draw another tear From me as its unwanted aftermath, For now at last I know With whom I go.