Poems

Israel at large in the wilderness, homeless, afraid, Children wondering at the thundering host Of Egypt's armies when their chariots came Over the desolate dunes. Could Spirit frame A trap for helplessness? Were they all lost? Then with moral courage Moses prayed In righteous protest that his fear depart.

Even a cloud was bright where Jesus came, And from its midst the Father spoke his name. For you who wait on Christ, for you and you, The cloud must part and let the light shine through.

The Psalmist, to express God's tenderness, 'Spoke of the sheep that dwell so peacefully Within the shepherd's safe protectiveness. Then came the Nazarene, to teach and show That the relationship of God to us Is perfect love.

When Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego Refused to worship any but their God, The king decreed that they be bound, and cast Into a burning, fiery furnace. Then The king, astonied, saw amid the flames Not three men bound but four men loose—the fourth Who walked with them was like the Son of God! When we refuse to worship and bow down Before an image of the carnal mind, And we are cast into the furnace fire Of hate's revenge on its destroyer, Love, Our God is able to deliver us.

Be not cast down. As surely as the broad, Bright swath of morning sweeps irresistibly Across the land, so understanding comes To human consciousness.

As one star is distinct from other star And sends its ray from its own stand in space, So each of us, though seeming similar, Fulfills his mission in appointed place. You cannot act for me, nor I for you.

My love admits of no degree; my love knows no impediment: for God's unblemished child freely reflects Love without measurement. To the highest, I express my love for God; so do I know illimitable tenderness illumes Love's likeness through and through.

God's mother love broods over all! Have I necessities His love will not supply who measures not one need as great or small, but even tends the sparrow at its fall? God's mother love my strength will ever be which tends us both alike—the bird and me!

The Master saw the perfect man, Hidden to mortal sense. He used the healing law of God With holy confidence.

Carpenter , the son of Mary. Was this not he, they said.