Poems

Forsake the dream and move into a larger place— a consciousness of man's inherent dignity as God's beloved child. Forsake the dream of puny mortal pushed by carnal urges, helpless to resist the blandishments of mortal mind.

Dear God, I've grown to love You more each passing day, To trust in Your eternal, loving care. To know Your bounty, goodness, and Your grace.

Please excuse me from the well-intentioned, Customary fussing on this date. Knowing me, you know I mean no disrespect.

I gaze upon the blueprint of the night in silent adoration of that power that spreads the heavens out and with a word can still the wave and calm the troubled heart. This mighty power is with us here and now supplying all good that we may be unburdened, free.

Struggling with error, wrestling with fear, Glimpses of Truth, Love, Life— here. The study, the searching, the wonder profound, The effort of gaining, holding, maintaining, my ground.

"Lord, save me. " Like Peter, I cry— feeling forsaken, beaten by waves (of failure) discouraged, down.

Pain—you Goliath, looming large and shouting loud that you're invincible. My David is at hand! With stone of truth to sling with Christ authority and bring you down— inert and silent, powerless and dead; no more a thing to fear or dread.

Come with me and see the babe, newborn .

It's not alone in reading the words (or even studying them, long and hard!) in "trying" to take certain steps .

Here, Christ is come to transform heart's blindness: pharisaical mentality critical malignancy comfortable complacency. Now, Light of the world floods thought with vision that I might see—and do— meekly earnestly spiritually.