Poems

I John 3:3 "Even as he is pure" Listen ! Can you hear, Hear the voice, Hear it clear Here in wilderness? How hear? Hear a voice among these voices, Empty echoes chattering, Clattering in desert bone brittle, dust dry? Search! Can you see, See the center, Focal point of be— Epicenter of you, of me? How hear? How see? How tell in-turn from out-view, Discern the point of All Where all is pointless as sparrow's fall? Note the pattern, Fix on the star. Calculate infinity From where you are.

Each time I love When mortal sense would have me hate, Each time I stand When fear would have me break, Each time I give with gratitude For God's great amplitude, God's will is done— His kingdom come.

" One of you shall betray me," said Jesus. And each was sorrowful and asked, "Lord, is it I?" That was the right way.

Wait, my heart, to speak. Words need be holy things sprung from deep-laid seeds of thought to bring fair harvest.

O, the hours stretching to years I have talked about God! Close to the fireside, walking the hills, the words have flowed concerning God and His allness. There is no other Life, no Mind, no Truth, no Love, no consciousness; and man is the very radiance of these, so I have said.

The maple trees, red-budded, stand Against a leaden sky, Their tips a surer promise Than the wind's wild prophecy. O God, may I so rooted be, So grounded, so aflame With love, that winds of winter past Can have no power to chill or blast Buds opening in Thy name.

" Injustice! " speeds from my lips Before I realize the greatest Injustice of all was met with "Father, forgive them; For they know not what they do. " "They die" stumbles from my mouth Until I remember his three days' Work in the tomb has proved the Infinity of Life for every child.

The love you shared is with you now reversing sorrow's treacherous lies; the joys you knew are shining still to rainbow over grief's gray skies. Love's strength you cannot be without; Love's power never fails Her own.

Are you not sons of one Soul, made in God's imaging? His hand moves yours to witness His creating. Now are you all artists for God.

Would that my travel toward the truth Measured but half the flight of wishing's wing! Much closer to the realm of Soul I could have been. No tarrying near regret's dark door.