Poems

Take time to be silent, time to reflect; meditate. Practice listening; be attuned to the sound of His angels.

Among the rocks, God nurtures holy seed! Within the creviced universe He cradles tenderly Each tiny one In good. Growth would Unfold, bright-spun, His petaled artistry.

With joy you saw it all— the water turned to wine, five thousand fed; the man, sick of the palsy, rise and walk; the one who touched your robe, made whole, your joy flower in Mary's eyes when she saw you, Lord— alive! Rejoicing too, your follower shall go into the city now, inspired, Master, by your works; share this Truth, sufficient still to feed thousands more, aware of Love's right action where lack of order seems to be: sure Love's touch is being felt every faith-winged moment on every crowded street. So, among city stones, where no flower likely grows, we faithful, Master, come to see signs of that joy you've left with us— growing! Jane R.

Noah "found grace. " Noah listened and did as he was told: Make an ark! The heavier the rain, the higher, the higher rose the ark.

Before the rising of the sun, Or the moon's fading from the sky, I wake and, awestruck, contemplate In depth man's true identity. Child of the ever-living God, Idea of the eternal Mind, By Spirit's light I walk a road With grace and beauty strawed and spined.

The story of Cain! Its message and lesson await us. "Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering.

The man who sows his fields with wheat, Scattering trustfully the seed, Has faith that some day it will yield Enough to meet his every need. The man who lives a life of prayer Will greet with joy the morning light; He takes each step with confidence, Knowing his Father guides aright.

"And he had in his hand a little book open" ( Rev. 10:2 ) I fed on darkness, on my bitter husk of hardened heart; yet, feeding, cursed the pain.

Each loving thought Is an everlasting song, Conceived in Truth, Forever flowing on; From heart to heart Enveloping, as it goes, In infinite embrace What God knows. James R.

"When the sun was setting," shadows fell but light was there, the sick made well. In dusk of evening, light was there, impartial as cool evening air, Love illuming all who came, who after never were the same.