Poems

Millennia or the mailman— the promised or the anticipated.

Tenderness.

Though people seem to sit in darkness, oft act as host to doubt and fear, Day, unfoldment of spiritual being, awaits the whole world's opened eyes— its turning to Light. Silhouettes of night dissolve in the soft, warm glow of dawning Life.

Who am I? you ponder. You are the child of God.

Our thoughts of the Bible utter our lives . Mary Baker Eddy, Message to The Mother Church for 1902, p.

God lighted art is like the Art of a rainbow—hinting at The eternal beauty of all good, All that really is in wonderful grandeur, All effortlessly unfolds, is Individual, expansive, reflecting the infinite, All being Expressing every thought in full obedience To the action of the ever-present Christ The omni-good of constant unbound grace Cast in colors and light on every shore A rainbow wide from black to white.

I am the script written: the expression of what God is knowing, being. I can never move off the page, cease to exist, separate myself from divine origin.

When we go forth to sow the seed of Truth in all directions, Broadcasting lovingly, Our sowing unhedged by limits of self-want scantiness, Just giving out freely, Behold, for harvest reaping, There will come forth God-glorifying abundance For all mankind.

Let the music begin in the beginning God the One the only creating the everlasting to everlasting not as Adam an act of serendipity (the mathematics of dust) but in the calculus of Spirit the One the only performs the language of light which is the language of Love the Conductor's stroke between the unity of silence and the unison of harmony the morning stars' spontaneous song and our own sound sons' and daughters' joyful shout perfect notes letting the music begin.

Father-Mother Mind, we pray, teach us more of Truth this day, that in the tenderness of Love we may think and live and heal Your way.