Poems

How were the loaves and fishes multiplied? Who gave the cruse of oil replenishment? From what rich storage was the manna sent, With which the tribes of Moses were supplied? Whence came the columned smoke and flame to guide? Why were the hungry lions impotent? Who gave the shepherd boy encouragement To prove the weakness of Goliath's pride? These were the fruits of God, creative Mind, The one and perfect cause or noumenon, Who with unchanging substance outlines good; Whose just, unerring law, when understood, Provides, directs, protects, and spells the dawn Of Spirit's winged conception, unconfined.

The action of the Lord encompasses Creation, restful, gracious, calm, complete; No opposition or encumbrances Withstand Mind's movement, with its freedom sweet. God's Word requires no human strength to bear Its living message on its changeless path Of healing: He knows boundless ways to share His truth and brooks no counterforce of wrath.

Fret not thyself. Thus does the Psalmist sing To calm the thought which envy's barb might sting When men appear to prosper and to thrive Through methods only worldlings could contrive.

Keener than shaft of light That penetrates the darkness; Softer than butterfly's wing That brushes petaled flower; Surer than eagle's flight On wing to its rock-bound aerie; Love brings the grace of God To heal in the suffering hour; To meet the human need With His omniscient power.

Boughs bright with scintillations will disclose Unnumbered sparkling-points of diamond dew Fired with the sun's own brightness. So the true Reflected radiancy of living glows From beams of being, and each beam bestows The splendor of its origin.

Deep-rooted in humility, The flower springs beneath His hand, Distinct in its identity As grain from grain of ocean sand. As star from star in magnitude, One from another differeth, Likewise, the grass blade, grace-endued, Is witness to the Almighty's breath: The breath of Life that maintains all— Or man, or woman, or flower, or star— Each as individual, Each in expression singular.

Stretch forth your hand to give And start at once to live With deeper gain. Stretch forth your hand to bless And feel the tenderness Of Spirit's reign.

I felt the quickening breath of Life divine When first the truth came to my waking thought; It came on tireless wings of healing grace, And to my tired heart new vigor brought. It lifted me above the fear of pain; I felt the strength of Spirit's holy might, Which holds and keeps the universe and man Forever in the consciousness of light.

No blueprint. No road map.

The rhythm of the spheres is manifest In gracious balance, order, symmetry, Sustained in perfect action, holy rest With no inertia or inharmony. The cadences of heaven reach the ear Attuned to Spirit, God, the One and All, And where eternal melodies appear There is no earthly pull, no rise or fall.