Poems

" What wait I for?" The day of Truth is here! Why gaze in dreams, when all about is light And Love? The clash of arms and raging fear Of war are passing with the waning night. "What wait I for?" Truth's swift-advancing dawn Has swept away the night, and I can see The harvest fields, the golden fruits upon The ground, matured by Love's own radiancy.

What could evolve the universe but God? He made the heavens, the earth and all therein, Man in His image, upright, not to plod The way of dust, a prey to fear and sin. No particle of matter could create The man who has dominion, pure and free, Hallowed by Spirit, loosed from greed and hate, Dwelling in Life that cancels death's decree.

Compassion lays the suffering one Outside the sacred temple gate, Or brings the cripple to the edge Of famed Bethesda's bubbling pool; And friends convey a palsied man To rest before the Master's feet. Then human love can do no more.

" Be still, and know that I am God. " Be still      And know? How can we know this God, unseen.

Too long my foolish gaze was riveted in hopeful expectation at the pool. where passing angel touched and he who chanced to be the first to step into the pool was healed of whatsoever plague he had.

Each star, each world, each ray of light, Pursues its course as God has planned; No false perception interferes. No pretense-power can countermand.

Where night dissolves, and Spirit's cloudless day Breaks forth in radiance; where grace is found; Where heavy stones of rancor do not weigh Upon the honest heart, nor death knells sound Their note; where calm contentment sweeps the skies, And beauty kneels in hushed humility— There let my prayer of gratitude arise, And let my humble cry come unto Thee. Love's bright salvation calls the wanderer From waste lands of despair and loneliness; And Science speaks with mighty deeds to stir The doubting ones who journey shepherdless.

" Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church. " Master, did you call me a rock? I, who have had to search And pray for strength to still the wavering within my heart, As when I walked upon the waves, then felt my faith depart; Or when, denying you, I heard the cock begin to crow, And wept the tears of deep remorse, of bitter shame and woe.

When , striving with a lie of mortal sense. We glimpse in dawn of Truth the lie's surcease And rise in triumph, cutting falsehood's band— This—this is peace.

Wherever there are walls for us to build, Let us, like Nehemiah. learn the way.