Poems

Kind and sensitive friend, You are in reality, safe above The passionate storm of unenlightened sense, Of magnetic enchantment, Which would draw you Like a perceptionless moth Into the flame of self-destruction. No hypnotic thrall Reaches man in Soul.

Go there quickly. Move out of illusion into Soul.

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Through the darkness—in this valley at the bottom of all hope— At the lowest moment that my heart has ever felt (it seems), There comes a gleam. Gleam of God's light—of His truth, that paints out shadows in my thought And makes a place for form and line and color to appear; For precious lengths of freeing prayer.

It will surely come— the reconciliation. Meanwhile I will work.

Like waves, they could beat and pound upon us— those lost in heartache, hate, and fear. With words like angry fists they would jab and numb us, refuse the Christlike touch of drawing near.

Come, pray with me, friend, 'til the dark vision passes, And the truth of God's allness avails. (The caller and called—fellow learners, Partners in a project of proving God's Word is forever.

I obeyed! Although it didn't make much sense at the time, I had heard God's demand in my thought, And though I fought (I reasoned, remonstrated, refused!) When I finally acquiesced— Acted— What blessing it brought! PAMELA LYNN CRAWFORD.

In the midst of the fear a song—quiet at first but silver-clear— in the midst of the fear. He had promised His song would be with me at night! And now in the midst of the fear this silver sound.

may mortality's self-obsessed existence like the dance of fitful firefly flickering in, and inevitably out (illumining no larger landscape beyond itself) give immediate permanent place to God-conscious LIVING— the constant glow of His undimmable knowing thrown upon our lives lightening dark shadows revealing His heavenscape already and forever here! DIANE M. DICKSON KENYON.