Poems

I Samuel 16:7 He looketh on my heart. None but He Examines me, My Father-Mother.

If today he came again what would they say the rich, the comfortable, the established— Away with him, he blasphemeth? This bearded fellow, sandal shod, he's a radical, a rebel, that's what they'd say, he's troublesome, a meddler, a teller of unsettling tales; his simple life accuses men's greed. Still we must hear him.

Each shall inherit the branch of his planting. Each shall feed upon his own pasture.

I loved the word of Holy Writ, admired all those that followed it; and, reading deeds of godly men, identified myself with them; was Moses, Joseph, David, too. Until "the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew.

"Thou Son of David, have mercy on me" ( Luke 18:38 ) Enlightened thought of Mind, now speak to my blind eyes. Teach them to seek God's image in my neighbor; view man, child, bird, beast, and flower through the lens of Spirit, magnify intelligence: let no love die for friend or foe by dark abuse of motive, word or deed.

Wreathe my house with mistletoe; warm my heart with strength to go to my neighbor in his need bringing the Christ, Truth, to feed his spiritual hunger, heal whatever hurt may be revealed. Deck the halls and light the lamps of perfect understanding.

It must have been quite a usual day for everyone else in that small town when Mary— marvelously spoken to as no woman ever on earth before— tremblingly received what would come to pass for a world beyond any world she knew. It must have been quite a usual day when—later on— from that same town someone who faithfully had waited there until he was told " Now begin— " strode without any fanfare at all down from his hills to Galilee's shore.

Be silent, O all earth; Love speaks! At last my heart is hearing. The Word has penetrated walls of doubt, of fearing, encompassed a hungry city, brought in food.

ideas emerge fulfill ascend without the need to begin or end Richard Henry Lee.

To dwell on time would hinder The achievement Because each step, Each foothold, And each handhold Leads upward onto firmer ground . Then gently, almost imperceptibly, An inward sense of confidence Starts to supplant the jagged, time-sense fear.