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Be gentle—care!

It takes the gentle rain to bring the grass again after a prairie fire. When word of hate would singe or burn up friendship's green, turn instantly to prayer! Let Love's forgiving dew cool smoldering root and heal whatever lit the flare.

Allness

Love has infinite ability To maintain its own infinity. Leonard E.

PONDERING RAINBOWS

When I was a little girl, one of the most exciting things was finding a rainbow after a storm— and more so, if in another part of the sky the storm was still in progress. Then, when I was older, I learned what a rainbow really stands for: God's promise to His children that He will not let error flood the earth.

YOU ARE HOLY

Scrutinize as with His eyes— What perfection, glory, and beauty you are, you have. You can never have less if you try, or others try, to give the lie to holiness.

IN BETHLEHEM

No other way could tiny child have been protected quite so well.        A world attuned through inspirationed prophecy        to glorious marvels faithful ones would grasp.

PARTICIPATION

I was not a joiner— something of a loner; not organization-minded. Oh, I loved the truth! I loved the church triumphant.

PRAYER TO GOD

Prayer to God is a forward journey, a grasp of the infinite, an encounter with eternity. Anita H.

THANKSGIVING

Father, may I rise to know that higher praise beyond self-centered gratitude for mercies given or expected; that praise which is Your glory reflected in pure adoration, in realization of heaven here. Lord, may my consciousness be where Your glory touches and transfigures thought, teaching a way of life transformed by grace— itself a song of praise.

O ANCIENT OF DAYS

When the parched tongue fails, when the flesh is riven the God of the Children will not forsake. He will appear, in the cruelest place, as rivers opened, as saving springs— as the fiery wilderness cooled to a pool.

LOVE'S AWAKENING

When the Father awakened me From sleeping mortal sense, I felt No harsh jerk Intruding on my peace Nor rash alarm—dazzling— But I fathomed the warmth Of a gentle tap on the shoulder Pointing up, telling me To eject dark mortal viewing And clasp firmly the staff Of Love, Breaking through Bleak screens of mortality Reaching Spirit's path. Now, I am in vivid focus Seeing man clearly, radiantly.