Questions & Answers

Straight, straight to You, Father, like the flight of a bird, go my waking thoughts. Swift, now will I stablish the essential pattern for the emerging day.

Up there down there in there out there— All nowhere! Here is the place, here is the face of God, Spirit. All good here all health here all substance here.

There is no need for sorrow or despair When someone loved has vanished from our sight. In our true home there is no empty chair, No darkness in God's universe of light.

I will listen. Too much has been said in the world that is not to the point.

"Our": an all-embracing sound; "Our Father," reaching all around the universe, the world, the heart. Our is the place to start.

"Here on these waters a man walked. " "So it is written—yes, I know.

Rise up! You're not forsaken or alone. A tomb never hid the glory, The shining radiance of being.

The stone was heavy (who would roll it away?) but heavier than stone was grief/fear. Harder than stone was shock /loss.

Believing what we see (intricate nets of mind played out), the eye casts indiscriminately; retrieves from ebb and flow a leaping superfluity of forms kaleidoscoping brilliance. Understanding what he saw (his thought free of entanglements), the Nazarene drew Simon Peter, Andrew, James, and John—from nets hauled empty, night's toil to shallows jettisoned— with surety of "Follow me!" Faith's blessed are they who have not seen, yet intuit a turning: "Fishers," their Master said, "of men.

Sweeter than the mountain air That freely, freely blows. Sweeter than the fragrance where Woodland flower grows.