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Poems

Children of Light

In the beginning, there was Light! All dark thoughts must take their flight.    Soul, unhindered, shines its rays, piercing through our darkest days; then appears with certain dawn the brightness of the risen Son—    rise then, as children of Light!  Through dismal day and hopeless night, Christ ever shines this holy light    dawning in our thought again, conquering sin’s deceitful reign.

The crystal clear

what is it that i would insist upon— anchor in the weight of thought?  would i lend my witness to a confirmation of darkness?  no  insistence spills light everywhere  i will not be hostage to divisions whispered speculations titillations of latest confrontations  the crystal clear sings its piercing protest— silent amidst cacophonies of competing cries  still small voice* out-noising the noise lucid truth unsullied song  you know the sound  God sings you in the midst —Joni Overton-Jung *see I Kings 19:12.

Welcome home

All of us who’ve been away For years, a month, even a day, Look forward to the way Our loved ones hug and say, “Welcome home. ”  We all can turn from self’s way.

Hymn 278

The following words are from a hymn in the 1932 Christian Science Hymnal. Pilgrim on earth, home and heaven are within thee, Heir of the ages and child of the day.

No contest

The counterfeit of good is wrong, not right; it must and will be gone,    just as dark dissolves at dawn or gloom gives way to joyous song; no matter wrong’s supposed assail,    it is ever doomed to fail, since good’s light can never pale: Principle’s truth and love prevail. —Suzanne Goewert.

Channels of thought

Spirit, God, gathers unformed thoughts into their proper channels, and unfolds these thoughts, even as He opens the petals of a holy purpose in order that the purpose may appear. —Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p.

On the rock

The storm roared LOUD. The rock felt SO small.

Claim freedom!

No need to feel forever trapped by years of wasted time and effort brought to naught. Shut out bleak images of barren days gone by and what they’ve left undone.

Silence error’s rap

When error speaks, nothing’s really said— just a mindless voice playing in your head.   So hold tight to what you know is really true: the intact, perfect man that God created—you!  Then every fear-filled thought  will surely cease to be,  and you will know that nothing   can invade your harmony.

Trust in You, God

You direct my day:    where I walk, what I say. You govern my every move,    so Your fullness I may prove.