Poems

The Shepherd's arms

Seeing myself in the Shepherd's arms,no lamb more closely tended,I touch the hem of Christ's dear loveand fear's dark night is ended.

Colloquy

God, I don't know where I'm going—I'm so lost!

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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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The cup and the wine

Christ offers the cup and we take itwillingly, knowingthe wine would escape through our fingerswithout the cup to contain it—a cup shaped and deepened and polishedby life's daily challenge and victory.

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Prayer for an infant

Father, let my infant understanding grow,Strong in the spirit of Truth.

To God's messengers

Our lives are often lit by the lampsOf other people's kindness,So when hope grows dimThey kindle it afresh:Like warm, shaded lamps,Afloat in the dark poolOf an uncurtained room,They beckon us homeward.

A willow by the watercourse

I remember the sapling we planted—So slender, fragile and small.

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Like rare jewels

Spiritual ideasLike rare jewelsStartle!Tumbling, polishing,Refining, truthTransforms.

Lighthouse—my house

The sea is dark.

His nearness

God's nearnessdoes not comeand go.

Remember Hagar?

When waterfor herself and sonwas spentin a desert placeHagar weptnot seeingthe here and nowof supply.

On course

Father, tame my restlessness,The urge to move too fast,Reluctance, also, to listen.

Beautiful names

In the New Orleans twilightshe called her boys at playbeyond the wrought-iron fences—"Strawberry, Pleiades, come to supper.