Poems

The heaven towards which we strive with tearful eyes Is found within our hearts. The pearl for which we pray with suppliant hands Lies now within our palm— Love's gift from Him who saith, My answer have I given before they call, And for their cherishing do give My all.

Now is the time to prove my full salvation; Now is the time to welcome Love's control; Now is the time for deeper consecration, To serve our God with mind and heart and soul. I have no anxious thought about tomorrow; No fear of ill; no need to wonder how It will be freed of trouble, pain, or sorrow; For when tomorrow comes, it will be now.

The truth of Life you cannot find In catacombs of mortal mind. Revealed the stream, the source, the fount In Christ's own Sermon on the Mount.

" What seest thou, Jeremiah?" "I see a branch of an almond tree. " Far before the other trees The almond blossoms.

Father , help us to show The gratitude we feel In countless ways, To know that praise From lips alone Is not enough. Help us to learn, And so to teach, And so to give Of our hearts' great abundance Teach us to live As they before us lived, Devoid of self.

Today is mine! His truth shall mold My path with love, and I shall hold His hand in simple trust, for He With tender care is guiding me In ways of wisdom yet untold. Through fogs of discord, dark and cold.

Again , the words were heard like an old song Remembered through the years, yet strangely new, "He put them all out of the room," the throng That wept, and laughed to scorn the Master, who Ever proved faithful to his Godlike view. He put them all out—no error could stay Where Life was supreme.

Dear God , I offer up my thoughts today That by Your love I may find love in me Expressed to others in sincerity. Words are too easy; even as I pray They tempt with fluency.

What sweet release to waken to the truth That God is both our Father and our Mother, This sets the seal upon the glorious fact That every living being is our brother.

Flying high above the storms of sense, We find a peace that they can never know Who ever stay to struggle and resist The ground pull of the cloud mass down below. For as we dwell high in the realm of Mind, The vision of the perfect man comes clear.