Poems

Singing through this day of God's creating is joy of being. Beam of Love's pure light uplifting me, through seeing, to moments of rebirth of soaring free of earth.

When a flame grows, up it goes, rising higher, giving light. So do we, hearts aflame (our gratitude made plain) rise to share.

"Thy will be done. " How comforting that prayer Now that I know the nature of my God, Know to trust the Father's loving care, The gentle Shepherd's leading to all good.

Hurrah! Hallelujah! I am going to live .

O you! You try to harass me hurt me hate me! Yet the worst you might do is separate me from God from good from grace. But that you cannot do.

Quite unlike the looms of lies, weaving gossamer webs in vain —a worthless fabrication (a sheer delusion)— Truth's seamless robe unfurls the pattern for us: justice/integrity weaving a holy, seamless existence (continuous, luminous) on looms of Love. CAROLYN E.

For this cause we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to desire that ye might be filled with the knowledge of his will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; .

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee . Isaiah 60:1 There is a light A shining star Which rises in your heart each day.

Does hope lie buried in the soil called physical sense, where— deep down there, in anguish and despair— it languishes in hopelessness? Despair not, but heed the power of the Christ. Indeed, Christ, Truth, is ever near, is here, transforming thought in soaring flight, drawing all life upward to the light and might of spiritual sense.

Usually when the word is heard One pictures ethereal beings Who startled wakeful shepherds And sent them on their Soul-search To Bethlehem. Please note other heavenly hosts Playing out their appointed roles As the earth-moving drama Unfolded/unfolds onward To Bethlehem.