Poems

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I thought this was my beginning: just a surname the same as my father, whom I never knew— a name without a face. Then: I heard of another— my Father-Mother God, who fills all space, who is unconditional Love! Yet still I saw no face.

Clinging with ancient strength— gossamer webs in small corners of thought—cloth and napkin claim man's obedience. The Christ commands, "Loose him, and let him go," dissolving error's strong hold, and lifting thought to know man's obedience to God.

Is fear deep-rooted? The depth of Love uproots it. Injustice widespread? The breadth of Love outflanks it.

In my Father's eyes I am free From false claims Of mortality. As the offspring of Spirit I am spiritual.

"I will restore to you              the years that the locust                          hath eaten. " Joel 2:25.

"Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart. " Ps.

There's a holy presence in this house, No empty space to fear. There's a gentle presence in this house Of all that I hold dear.

Do you love Christ enough to cry with tears of joy? Our grievous sins he was crucified to end. Repent.

You startle with gentle messages my thoughts.