Poems

Love's way

How much shall I love?

Freedom

God causes no toomuchness,no time to bend under a load of matter-musts,no need to knuckle under to finite sense.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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Mandate for Thursday

This is not a night to be betraying the ChristTo wander off into wide ways of destructionin search of something more worldly,more conservative, more silveredwith human approvalthan deep prayers in a dim garden.

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Yes, there is always a garden

Did you know Gethsemane was a garden?

Consolation

My friend,you need no words,no poems,no tomes,to be immortal.

First thoughts

Does morning bringoverwhelming choiceor the Father's voice?

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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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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Fruit of understanding

There came a day I understoodthe often unquenched thirstof heart, a seeming lack of goodfrom first things not put first.

The right answer

Am I going to acceptthe clatter of matter,diagnose just how it came,dignify its nonsensewith a name?

"Immortal cravings"*

Cannot be fed by nouvelle cuisinematerial statusor yet another trip,for the heart's deeper yearnings arefed only by the bread of Life,the practical understanding of Truth,the angel food of Love,which change the base ofthought and life from flesh to Spirit,nudging life ever upwardtoward the ever-at-homespiritual idea forever at onewith the all-embracingFather-Mother God.

To the wakeful one

If in the past-midnight darkness nagging unhealedworries angers fearssorrows pains doubtsfrom which your up-and-at-'em/off-and-runningdaytime busying successfully (you thought)cloaked and shielded younow—unbidden—prick you to uneasyall-unwilling half-awakeness,why lingerwallowing, drifting, resisting, postponinginevitable confrontationthe active Christ in you demands?

A little prayer

Ah, patient God,if we but knewwith deeper consciousnesshow good You are, how true,that we might bind ourselveswith stronger tiesto Love's great heart.

When?

As thoughts of limitation builtwalls of gloom,I turned to my Bible and found only.