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Poems

Refugee Christmas

Mary and Joseph were refugees Fleeing from hatred and fear. They sought God’s protection for safety and care For the sweet promised child they held dear,  For Herod had vowed to murder all babes  Who might threaten his kingship and reign.

What is Christmas all about?

Is it just about a decorated tree, or glitter of wrapped gifts for you and me? Can it really be about those invitations to celebrate with feasting and libations? What truly honors Jesus’ humble birth, the advent of the Christ-power here on earth, fulfillment of the Scriptures’ prophecy? It is our love of truth, the holy light from God above It is God’s angel thoughts to which we bow, Immanuel which touches our hearts now and frees us from each finite, worldly notion— distractions from God-centered, pure devotion. Let’s feel Christ’s gentle presence, prayer by prayer, the healing power that comforts every care.

Song of David

we cannot hear the harp of David we cannot hear his singing voice but know the volume of his praise when we read his words in silence — Steven Richardson.

Lord, Love, Shepherd

Lord, Love, Shepherd embraces me in care. Before I ask He’s always there, immediate, dependable.

'I climb, with joy, the heights of Mind,'

I climb, with joy, the heights of Mind,    To soar o’er time and space; I yet shall know as I am known    And see Thee face to face. —Violet Hay, Christian Science Hymnal, No.

The walls must fall!

In every nation, men have fought    for human liberty; And since God’s justice must prevail,    then all men will be free. In every age, the heart has yearned    for human hopes of peace; And since God’s will must be fulfilled,    then slavery has to cease.

Universal love

Our Father has no favorite child; His fullness and His grace Belong to all, and everyone Is held in Love’s embrace. Oh, blessed bond of fellowship, Fast sealed at Soul’s behest, Through Spirit’s lens all men are seen Reciprocally blest.

‘The secret place of the most High’

Wake to your sense of original innocence, Honor the joy there, the beauty, magnificence, Banishing thoughts of anxiety, ugliness, “Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness. ” * Closing the door as you enter the “secret place,” Hidden from secular noise in His quiet grace, Knowing His love for all, praying with gratitude, Meekly acknowledging God’s great infinitude, Safe in the kingdom of God, divine consciousness, Witness the Christ-healing power, His righteousness.

No great red dragon

Whoa, great red dragon! You sure look big and strong. You could be quite alarming If you weren’t a total wrong.

Prayer

At evening I would pray to Thee, When shadows round my pathway fall And the betrayer greeteth me, Some erring sense material, And fear and hate around me throng. Oh, may that Mind then dwell in me, And may that Spirit make me strong, That watched above Gethsemane.