Poems

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Lost, we decided to go fishing. What a lonely night that was banished by a glorious sunrise.

It's time to gather the tares together and burn them. We've faithfully worked in the fields preparing the soil.

Those who are in procession Lamenting, crying, even silent with woe, Gather dust only shuffling feet know. Christ cometh, entering to Impart healing power, giving soft commands To be still, so Love's words may be heard.

We, ourselves, cannot truly excel in any good endeavor unless we have the sweet humility and the spiritual capacity to recognize the Christly brilliance expressed by another. The borrowed light shining throughout creation (a God-shine, all divine) multiplies and intensifies in recognition's grateful magnification.

Every long-awaited child, each an Isaac, undefiled, shouts joy begun in Sarah's smile. Her laugh behind the tent-door's screen startled submission, broke the dream, redeemed her hope, repented her care.

In Genesis chapter one we read: "And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. " What do you do with chapter two? Let it go—the mortal record is not so, not good, not real, nor true.

Would I.

Feeling together that power divine Has tenderly linked your journey and mine. Beyond the hours, the years, the days An eternal bond of perfect praise.

Listening as the day retires, round the glowing cozy fires Jesus speaks of his Father's kingdom being ever near. Admonishing in his gentle way, healing, teaching, showing how to pray, Jesus voices the truth that we are made to spiritually see and hear— to understand.