Poems

Mother-God is here. The fussing can stop.

O sing unto the Lord a new song! Escape the dirge that is so old and dull, Sing new. Listen for Life’s ever-present presto.

Oh to be something,something      in Thee, and known as Thou art; Patient and gentle—loving,      of broken and contrite heart. Oh to be something, something      apart from this mortal man; Substance and life in Spirit,      living alone in I AM.

The hour may seem forlorn and dark while we decide which way to go. Yet He will be with us— pillar of fire or cloud, clear Word.

You're here! Good to see you! Especially in light of the struggle last night, the cruel words, the news hoped to be good that wasn't. How rarely we know what happened before The human heart admits that it needs Church And responds to the call.

I'm early for church this morning, park down the block, get out of my car and stand beside it to absorb sunshine. I want to stay outside a while, and there is time.

At mystery's distance the world splitting and spinning, expanding and heating, appeared uncharitable. We glanced away from appearances to listen and pray.

Throughout the day and into the night, God's wings take me into the sky. No boundaries, no limits, no flight path too high.

With Love's battle flags unfurled, With hope's cause before the world, We are going on. Though the storm-clouds thunder o'er us, Though the path seems dark before us, Though the foeman strive to kill us, We are going on.

From the primary notation To orchestral chord's elation One clear note the pitch to meet Brings all to the mercy seat. Quartets, octets, chamber groups, Choruses, marching bands in troops Throughout time and throughout space Call and response brightens face upon face.