Poems

In weariness I turned to one Whose thought climbs high. She said: Don't struggle so, You're one with God , let go And rest upon the power of present Love As vessels float upon the sea Supported, in innocence, effortlessly.

After her first visit to the Sunday School, A tiny child said, "I sat still for a very long time. " That was all.

The way out of prison—any prison? Consider Joseph: sold by his own brothers into slavery; then falsely accused by others; victim of thwarted passion. Calumny accepted.

How Peter, the impulsive, loved his Lord! Adored him with a finite sense of love; He said he would lay down his life for him, And meant it, at the time, with all his heart. At other times he rose to heights sublime; And Jesus said that he would build his Church Upon the Rock—the truth that Peter voiced: "Thou art the Christ," he said, "the Son of God"! But Peter's love could not withstand the test.

Tutankhamen, nineteen, Pharaoh for three thousand years over darkness, over his untouched tomb uncovered by chance by Carter, archaeologist, exposing unsung an era in faience obsidian onyx gold, inanimates animating culture and karma, the lotiform wishing cup chanting still through alabaster: "Live, O King! Live, live, thy Ka. " But no wind yet has stirred to dance these bones.

Sometimes we bury, or we lay away, Our hope of healing while discouragement Seals fast the sepulcher and brings dismay, With hints that useless efforts have been spent. We doubt that we can move the massive stone And feel we lack the strength that prayers command, Forgetting that we do not work alone And that the risen Saviour is at hand.

True joy is now. One asks, But how? I am without.

Be David! Bide your time in the fields. Before now, harp-song has exorcised more than ghosts troubling a king.

Genuine humility— gentle grace— we find in an awareness of our need for Christlike meekness to concede that all true ability has its source in Mind. This vital quality—innate in the lowly Master—made him great.

When clouds begin to clear And birdsong heard Rises with the winging of the bird; Moment when Sound of rain Is music in my heart again; I sing aloud— The sentence is repealed— I can arise to know that I am healed. Rejoice that the Christ Through one who prayed aright Has lifted me from darkness into light.