Poems

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.

The wild beasts will not harm him in the way; Even the earth is gentler where he treads. The blooms about him lift their lovely heads To bless his passage.

Oh , learn the joyousness of prayer! When trusting all our ways to God, We see oppression fall away, Enlightenment become a rod To hold to, and a sturdy truth That points the footsteps, one by one. It claims for each the heritage That now he is the Father's son.

Giver of every perfect gift, May I Thy steward be. As I receive Thy golden store, I would increase it more and more, Not hoard it miserly; Freely receiving, gladly share The wealth I have from Thee.

Patience. The word lies calm and sweet before me, Silencing now all sense of urgency.

With timid feet up to the vineyard gate I walked. "I am so young," I thought, "so new In this great work.

And Jesus wept. No tears of helpless sorrow welled from that healing love, so deep, so full, but warm compassionate tears; he knew no narrow confines of death, but only all was well.

There is slight lifting toward freedom's goal Until humility has reached the stars And brought the heart strong rays of willingness To cast out darkened thought which binds or mars. There is poor lifting up or fruitful peace Until exalted mortal self bows low Before true selfhood, one with Life and Love, Where mortal self is not and cannot go.

The morning meal Was cleared away. Warmed and comforted They sat, Waiting for him to speak.