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THE CHURCH MEMBERS

In truth we are all "lively stones" in the temple of our God, not weighted down by inert matter not burdened with heaviness like anchored boulders. We are lively stones! light, but not ephemeral, having solidity of purpose and fluency of joy showing forth Love's loveliness Spirit's holiness Mind's liveliness: Lively stones hewn from the rock of Truth and raising a temple of praise to the everlasting God.

PROTECTED

Like a cocoon God's love softly surrounds me. Unfurled its strong strands enfold the world.

NEAR CATASTROPHE AVERTED

As far as social conscience is concerned, I was a late-starter— global awareness was not my strongest point. Economic repressions, depressions, world crises passed me by—untouched.

MULTITUDE-LOVING

Although local planners failed to put a line in the municipal budget for      "multitudes, feeding of," Jesus and a quite ordinary Hollywood Bowl-sized crowd      from the neighborhood saw Mind take form in substance, humanly perceived that cool evening in a desert place. "I have compassion on the multitude.

IMMUTABLY THEMSELVES

We know not yet what they shall be When we shall see them as they are; We'll keep the essence of them free We will not think of them as far. When we shall see them as they are No longer hidden by a veil, We will not think of them as far We will not think of them as frail.

EXCHANGE

I love expanse of sea and star-crowned nights for blackboard thoughts (uncluttered simple free). I love them as I love the shell the spider's web the leaf.

EXPANSION

As a small pebble dropped into the water makes a tiny circle growing larger—larger— so my thought of God expands knowing no limit, no bounds. God is.

THIS MOMENT OF YOUR LIVING

You're alive—not merely existing. You are : you're not trying to be.

TRAVEL AT REST

Breathless sleepless we rush through the night Emmaus to Jerusalem borne by message more than muscle to burst in at last and shout he's risen then dripping, spent, we gasp our story .

IN LIGHT UNMISTED

   Pre-mist    pre-mud not part of Adam's dreaming wait finitely cocooned in weave of time,    I do not seek eternity    through metamorphosis. When God said, "Let us make man in our image," I was,    and as He is eternally I am, I am eternally conceived in day too clear for dreams.