Poems

Looking afar, I fail to see The very thing I need at hand. Then Christ speaks quietly to me: Lo, It is here.

God knows no yesterdays, nor any tomorrows; no past, no future, only now— today. Haunted by some vague past, dreading the dim future, men dwell in perpetual fear; and yet, the Christ dispels these myths; yesterday's dreams vanish, tomorrow's illusion fades, this blessed moment is ours to know and to use discreetly.

Be still. The gentleness of Love is here To break earth's wild enchantment, penetrate The torpid mind, and silence human fear With peace.

The maestro brought his bow to answering strings, And sound born there swept forth in strains so sweet That all who heard were hushed in ecstasy To hear earth's harmony and heaven's meet. What made the music? Was it he who played? He did no more than touch the proper strings That brought vibrations into harmony And sent it forth on song's melodic wings.

To him who knows that life is always "hid With Christ in God," untouched by mortal sense And held in safety by omnipotence. All anniversaries are times to rid His heart of sad beliefs in loss and bid It recognize man's joyous permanence.

So subtly tempted, Lord, was I To hearken to the serpent's lie; But like a still small voice I heard Throughout that fiery trial Thy Word, Which came as pure, uplifted thought, Dissolving that which was not wrought By Thee, and therefore could not be A law or power beguiling me.

In the wilderness of loneliness Our Master proved the love he bore for God and man. He saw it is not bread but Truth and Love men hunger for.

O mortal, trouble not to heed the jeers, Or seek the smiles, of enemy or friend! Look to the One, omniscient, supreme, For whom man cannot posture nor pretend. With freedom from the follies of deceit, With gifts of true perception, we are blessed.

When with the ever-circling years A second spring is born With hopes renewed and purpose clear, We greet the rounding of the year And hail another dawn. Fresh is the dawn of another day, And as the years revolve In active work for God we find The beauty of the only Mind In every task we solve.

Is inspiration lost? Find gratitude, And let her lead you gently by the hand. Filling the vacuum of your solitude, She will guide you straightly to her friend.