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Peace found

O Father, things looked so dark just a few short weeks ago. Illness, discouragement, lack; and although I knew You were there— somewhere— I couldn't find peace.

A lecture invitation

Nathanael first resisted, then complied, then believed. What would have happened if Philip had said: "Oh, well, go your way," when his first approach was ill-received? "Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?" would be a thought needing a wise reply.

inevitable dawn

clusters of angels lead waking morning thought to heights of awareness filled with Christly light no nighttime dream nor imagination's stretch could begin to capture one pure moment of Spirit's consciousness and sweetest revelation on this revelatory flight— our right to claim this: Spirit's summit, our natural home our abiding place no quantum jump nor fall from grace for God's true man Richard Howard.

The healing has to come

Because nowhere is there darkened night that cannot be transformed by light, and none can stop the rising sun, the healing has to come. Because evil must renounce its claim, give up its place, retract its name, and Christ must reign in everyone, the healing has begun.

A grateful "sheep"

I walk in this flock where You lead, Lord. You know the land and how to get to the cold waters that slake my thirst, the deep meadows that give me rest.

"He restoreth my soul"

I have, like Jacob, struggled—been released from a false concept of my brother man. I have, like Moses, faced a Red Sea of problems that parted at God's command.

A healing humility . . .

is glimpsed with the slow melt or sudden shatter of the mechanism of mortal will. Then finally, the " I'm doing it" is hosed thoroughly away showing brightly, cleanly, "I can of mine own self do nothing"! Then we start doing! Brett L.

My porter

there's just one door which he must watch. it's wide enough-        -but not too.

Peace not of the world

When I hear strains of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" they remind me of how the Christ operates in thought: simply firmly gently. If brass bands were blaring through my house I wouldn't hear the sonata even if it were playing.

Sonnet to meekness

The image in my mirror is so meek It does not do a single thing alone; It does not move or wince or smile or speak Unless I do it too, for we are one. Humility like this is plain to see, For not before nor after does it act, But selflessly and simultaneously— So keeping our relationship intact.