Poems

Now has Truth's precious seed been sown; Let it not lie untended there. Uproot the thorn, remove the stone, Cherish the waking thought in prayer.

" Were there not ten cleansed?" Jesus asked, when one alone returned to render thanks. "Where are the nine?" Why did they not return to praise God for His wondrous work? Was it perhaps timidity or pride? We do not know.

We find in Truth the life-preserving power. It coexists with loving force which heals.

Fret not through darkened hours of night when sleep eludes. Be grateful, rather, for a quiet time to be alone with God; To say to mortal sense, "Be still," And know that Love is ever present and that good is All.

You in whose uplifted hand the mirror flashes sunlight on the land, take heart! Through your clear sight the multitudes can see their true identity; and if your arms grow weary or the nights increase the burden of your labor, think of those who, through the wasteland, trek towards the dark-dispelling glory of a burning bush. Then lift your gaze unto the holy panorama: see yourself, you who hold a mirror up to Life, likewise depicted as God's image, whole and free.

I know no fairer place nor time Than here and now, Wherein God's presence manifests itself In peace, in showing how And where and why Love marks my path, makes plain His will, Unfolds my destiny. There is no time more opportune than now To learn, and to obey His laws infallible.

The living Christ with constant light Arouses us from sorrow's night. "Hosanna, hallelujah!" sing To welcome Truth and let it bring The peace that God imparts.

Pursued by hate and fleeing for his life, Elijah, jealous for the Lord of hosts, Alone and fearful, stood upon the mount. Destructive forces rent the rocks in twain As winds unleashed their fury; in their wake, An earthquake shook the mountain to its depths; Then fire devoured the stubble that remained.

When he escaped the chains and iron bands, The manacles fell freely from his hands. This wise disciple trusted God so much, The outer gate did not require his touch, But silent, Opened of its own accord.

Bountiful Love So broad, so free, Embracing all eternity, Fill Thou my heart With treasures bright That lift the gloom Of fear and night, That spread abroad The balm that heals. So let us walk In fertile fields, Lifting the load From troubled hearts, Bringing sweet peace Which never departs— God's precious gift To all mankind.