Questions & Answers

There's one thing wrong with tales of pots of gold, elusive and unclaimed at rainbow's end; they mean the rainbow's only semicircle— Like un kept vows, or stories left half-told. The rainbow's round; one half reveals the clue, The other we discover.

Have You forgotten me, Lord? I have been praying so hard; My children hunger for bread. Earth burdens weigh on my head.

Loneliness can weigh heavy as a sack of coal on the back. My load bent me almost double, that, and discouragement.

I woke up heart drum-rolling to find no one, nothing and listened in night stillness for a sound, a footfall. "Who's there?" rang in my thought but brought only shadowed shapes, the murmur of house settling.

Verily, verily, I say unto you, If a man keep my saying, he shall never see death. (John 8:51) Never to die? O precious Bible promise— understandable, in degree, if I see myself now as Life's incorporeal, indelible idea.

How do I know it? I asked in anguish. How do I know that God loves me now? (Turn that around, it's upside down.

Human sympathy can be warm and comforting, like an angora blanket. It does much good.

Miracles and healings do not come in sizes. Life, Truth, and Love, never sized or measurable, are infinite.

When You call You are near. What You call I will hear.

I am fed up with all this depression, I am bored to tears with hopelessness, I am thoroughly sick of the world telling me The world's in a hideous, awful, miserable mess. For see how the good, the lovely, still abide, The sure, sound, spiritual virtues still endure: Trite as they seem, the benefactions stand Safe in God's grace to comfort and to cure.