Poems

"The constitution of the twelve [apostles] presents us with a situation which is nothing less than a miracle in personal relationships. Within that society there was Matthew the tax collector and Simon the Zealot —Matthew who had accepted the political situation, and who was profitably engaged in help to administer it, and Simon who would have assassinated any Roman whom he could reach and would have plunged a dagger into any Jew who dared to co-operate with the Romans.

"Father, what is it You would have me do?" Was the deep-felt prayer from someone who Had daily sought out divine direction, Knowing that, if needed, there'd be correction— Confident that God always governed my day, That my thought or feet couldn't, in truth, go astray. I know, dear Father, that it's not for me To say just what my direction should be, For I know it's already established in Mind— You do the leading, I'll follow behind.

God is by holy names defined: Spirit, Life, Truth, Love, Soul, Principle, Mind. You are revealed in Spirit's plan As perfect reflection; God's idea, man.

Father, Open my eyes That I may see All Thy children reflecting Thee— See all through the lens Of Life and Love, Identified by Spirit's dove as Beloved, baptized in light and peace, Christlike, In whom You are "well pleased. " See Matt.

Once stormy seas of mortal life appeared so real to me. I tossed within its turbulence, while struggling to be free.

The power and presence of the Christ light— perfect my thinking penetrate my being permeate my doing prosper my life purpose of praising God.

Teach me absolute transparency, dear God, That they may see, through me, Hint of Your infinite ways of loving: The strong compelling love of Your fatherhood When tasks seem so drear and long; The comforting love of Your motherhood Seen in Jesus' compassion for all human needs. Show them the healing balm of Love's sweet peace At day's end with victories won.

At times imperceptible, The seasonal progression From winter somnolence To the indisputable evidence Of spring awakening, And on to summer fullness. Realized Quite suddenly perhaps, As sun-drenched mayflower, Encompassing the pastures, Unexpectecily Releases an avalanche Of transparent petals That cascade a blossom drift Over the landscape Along the pathway of one's journeying.

Perhaps today you feel adrift, split up, without a friend who understands or companion heart to hear you. Yet, there is One, your Father-Mother and best friend— who all-knowingly holds you up, and comforts you with love's overrunning cup.

Believe that all good can and will bear fruit from the knowing of good's reality. And it can be proved so.