Poems

I get it now, God has been calling me to build an ark. I remember how He called me before, But I did not build.

The Bible sings with messages lifting our hearts to God. Perhaps at first we hear them as mere human concepts, personal notes, limited urgings to soar above earth.

Let me sing my life: no problem is so grim that it can mute my song of confidence and trust in God's unfailing goodness. Let me dance my life: no challenge is so heavy it can shrink my heart's advance into graceless plodding and keep me from soaring, inspired.

Today .

Dear Father-Mother God, Focus me only on what You impart, To be and to see Your dear child in my heart. Let me be the wonder of pure, selfless love, So my only work is impelled from above.

Hold your peace, The Spirit speaks, The voice you seek Silently thunders! — Steve Okwor.

The knight in shining armor stands— around his feet the shattered remains of the error I'd been fighting. And on his sword, held high, one word engraved— TRUTH — Marjorie K.

During a Wednesday night testimony meeting in our church, my mother expressed gratitude for articles in the Christian Science periodicals about praying for Haiti, following the January 12 earthquake there. I wrote this poem while riding home in the car.

It is night and all are quiet in their beds And I am on watch over my sheep. I have a new threshing instrument with teeth, To make the mountains small and the crooked way straight.

A man walks down a sunlit street and enters a theater dark; he dons a costume, plays a part, and hopes his character makes a mark. The play could be a comedy, a tragedy, or farce; the actor gives with all his heart in the plot of this life's cast.