Poems

This is my heritage as Life's ideal: Dauntless dominion under Love's control, lrradiant manhood stamped with Spirit's seal, Unfettered freedom in the realm of Soul. Swifter than light, defying time and space, My thoughts wing forth, impelled by that great Mind Creative of a universe, to grace With strength, and health, and peace, all humankind.

Look up! Look up! Salvation is at hand. Put trust in God.

They say that in the Holy Land there lives An ancient olive tree which was alive When he was here. Today as then it gives A welcome shade.

" God is a Spirit. " So our Master said.

The span of time that mortals use Is but device, a faulty ruse With which to cloak affinity To earthly things. Belief that we Have yet to gain reward—that time Supplies a space in which to climb To better life denotes a state Almighty God did not create.

Long had I looked for friendship that was true To my ideal—joyous, comforting, free As light, crowned with Love's healing radiancy. On myriad paths I sought it, often through A mist of tears.

God loves you, little children dear. And guards you day and night; You cannot drift beyond His care, Nor stray beyond His sight.

God make me big in little things of life, That envy, gossip, hate, can cause no strife. May I embrace in thought each friend and foe And let Love's concept of them in me glow.

" Not my will, but thine, be done. " This was the Master's prayer, That Spirit should be magnified To prove God everywhere.

Our Father, our Mother, our Lord! Pause and think—"our. " Lean on the word And hear the rhythmic pulse Of angel thoughts.