Poems

Can I be sure what I'd have done if I had been a chosen one asked by Jesus to be there as he knelt in fervent prayer in garden of Gethsemane? What a privilege to be asked to watch with him who in the past had loved so tenderly! I would be watchful, never sleep, would not falter, fail to keep the watch with him. No, indeed, not I! So I have thought.

Never leave it in the closet — that is not its proper place— let it clothe your total being. Wear it with unfettered grace— formed of fabric soft as zephyr yet as strong as welded steel, woven with the warp of promise crossed with woof of heaven's seal.

When we feel that gentle nudge— that subtle, profound stirring when the Christ has struck a chord deep in our heart— don't just go on , STOP ! Do something about it! Strum that chord! Ponder, pray, praise, bring healing, cry, laugh, love, sing! That divine touch is what the whole world aches for. And if you strum with unselfed fervency, someone else will feel it too.

We're all the children of one God. Equally.

Today I find the help I need Is in the fruit brought by the seed That grows because I planted yesterday. When I sowed I never knew Which seed would be the one that grew Just for me, For my tomorrow.

O Father, listen—something is amiss. Your Son assured me at the start "My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

We have lived in the house of universal prayer Built by tender mothering Guiding fathering. We benefited in the center Still received at the perimeter.

Not with habitual, honey-dripping      (superficial) affection, but with warm      spontaneous          I-love-you strength. It might be just what he needs      to break the dream of error          he has been struggling with.

When spiritual intuitions from Soul are heard, We become original thinkers in the real sense of the word. And oh when these angels are obeyed , What a heaven for ourselves is made! MAXINE LE PELLEY.

How gently he restored her! He merely touched her hand, and she arose and cared for them; yet what depth of consecration preluded that kind act. Such piercing clarity of truth suffused his altitude of thought that error's counterfeiting could not choose but yield.