If fields of vibrant wildflowers sow Where seldom foot hath trod— How much more abundantly Shall heaven open wide And show her glory to thee,  Beloved child of God? — Jeanne Marie Peters.

You are My beloved idea,  My song of celebration. You express the qualities  That shape My whole creation.

I once thought I could not hear God’s voice near enough to win my heart.   But then, one day I felt a touch, as clear as if a hand  had rested on my back  to affirm, without words,  I hold you dear.

Who or what exactly are the children that we see? Is their origin in embryo or in maturity? ​Is it just supposititious human life we’re seeing, Or representatives of God—the very​ origin of being? ​Will we listen as a little child, with hearts receptive? Will we greet the new and drop the old, the views deceptive? ​Will we welcome innocence, and love the childlike thought— ​Embrace man’s purity and sweetness, in the way that Jesus taught? Then let us reach out lovingly to our community, Enfolding every childheart in sacred unity, And know that humble guilelessness and consecrated prayer Enable us to see God’s tender love is everywhere. Let us discern ​Love’s precious child in everyone we see.

Since God, indeed, fills every space, Then there is not a single place Where I can travel or will wander, Where I won’t be completely under God’s protective shield—His allness,  His eternal lovingkindness.   Just where could I ever go That I would be helpless to know God’s goodness always enfolds me, Embraces, holds me constantly? There is no such remote location, Nor any frightening situation.

Yearning to know God’s all-power,  I asked Him during one dark hour,  “What is it that I need to see  When faced with rank impurity?”  The answer gently, quickly came That man and sin are not the same. God’s image, man, like Him must be  Lovely, chaste, and blemish-free.

“O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise. ” * Open now my heart to love You all my days.

Thank You, dear God,    for being You Fount of divine Life    That creates all things new If from Thy fold    far we roam Truth, tender and strong,    Guide gently home Oneness with Soul    forever intact Not matter, but Mind    The spiritual fact Then, with gospels of Love    glad tidings our song Glory to God     To whom all belong —G. Gershala Goldsmith.

There are no separate sets of statutes governing man— our constitution is divine. Love’s judgment never wavers, nor can freedom be bartered.

“I am the Almighty God;  walk before me,  and be thou perfect. ”* It is not just that I have  your back but that you,  My precious one, are My shining crown, My joyful declaration.