Inspirational verse submitted by readers.
Poems
The young lambs Must not stray far, For wolves are waiting; Their very tenderness makes them Easy prey to the ruthless Animal appetite. The Master Carried the lambs in his bosom.
Christmas is a challenge, A reminder to emulate the ways of Jesus, Who with Christly thoughts Conquered sin and death. Christmas is a beacon light, A quality of thought, A consciousness that Truth is everywhere.
Reflection of Life, Soul's joy untold, Principle-governed, Mind-controlled; Secure in Truth, which knows man whole, Dominion, perfection, his destined role; 'With substance of Spirit, with Love replete, The image and likeness of God, complete.
" Your boy is gone!" These were the words I heard; Then black despair enveloped me. But what was this they said? His last words were, "Where's Mum?" Ah! where? Thank God, he really knew Just where I was, where he still was, Abiding in the secret place, In consciousness of Truth and Love, Where man must ever be.
There came a call for help. The tempter spake, "No, not for you this work to undertake.
" Let us unite in silent prayer. " Dear God, The truth is here for all; let each one find New joy, new strength, a deeper confidence That as Thy son he lives today in Mind!
He is not servile who is meek. In meekness one finds might To spurn the tyrant's galling yoke And triumph in the right.
The snow-clad mountain height At early break of day Reflects the sun's first light, Though drear and dark below. And so I climb in Mind, When doubt and fear assail; Lo, there the light I find Dispels the dark below.
" What is that in your hand, Moses?" It was a rod, my simple shepherd's crook, Humble companion to me there For forty years In Midian, where I tended Jethro's sheep. "Cast it upon the ground, Moses!" The innocent rod, I saw it writhe Into a serpent on the sand Beside the burning bush.
Guard Thou my eyes that I may see the truth, Not human faces, And hold my thought above the fret of earth In holy places. Speak Thou within the quiet of my heart, That from Thine altar Swift I the glowing coals of Life may bear, Nor fail, nor falter.