Poems

FISHERS OF MEN

When , by the Galilean sea,Jesus bade Simon and Andrew,"Come, follow me,And I will make you fishers of men,"Straightway forsaking their nets,They went with him.

VALLEY OF DECISION

''Choose ye.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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HOME

How perfect is the home we have!Mind builds it first in consciousness;Reveals it now through pure ideasOf harmony and righteousness.

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Athirst for healing Truth and Love,I listened to the speaker's wordsOf God's all-power, unfailing law,His tender, ever-loving careThat reaches out, enfolding all.

THE COMFORTER

Then dance, my heart, and turn away from tears;The Comforter with love has set me free.

DOUBT DISSOLVED

"Three in One"—the mystic sign:"Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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Changing your world

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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LOVE EXPRESSED

It isn't the lovein the motto or creed.

"FEED MY SHEEP"

"Feed my lambs," the Master said.

PRAYER FOR A JOURNEY

Dear Father, as I journey toward EmmausI pray no mortal seeming cloud my eye,Lest—willful, heedless—I should meet my brotherAnd, seeing not Love's image, pass Christ by.

BARS OF SENSE

In the deep and throbbing stillness of the night, when sleepDeserts me, I ask,How should I feel if I were imprisoned and if no one cared?

PAUL

Foreign thingsMet rebuffOn Mars' Hill,When an orator errant,With Roman warrant,In accent odd—Touch of Cilician—Harangued the populace,Hard by the Acropolis,Whose vestureShone,Pediment and portal,In beauty mortal.

HE CANNOT ESCAPE LOVE

Should your brother choose to strayBy the valley road,Walk with him a little way,Ease him of his load.