Poems

THE CUP

Dear God, the voice of melody is mute!The brimming cup is drained and empty now.

THE CHURCH SERVICE

Here in the holy place that Love designs,Thou, God, dost tenderly unfold Thy will.

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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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SPREADING THE LIGHT

Let us find in holy thoughtThe secret place,Where light of Truth reveals to usThe Father's grace,

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ESTABLISHING OUR DAY

When we waken in the morningAnd establish well our day,We can feel Love's ever-presenceAs we listen, work, and pray.

RIGHT UNFOLDMENT

Be patient!Do not fret because as yetyou have not seenGod's plan unfold.

AFFLUENCE

Not what we are by human birthOr race or creed or nation,But what we claim of Spirit firstAnd prove through demonstration.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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NEWBORN

Here in our heartsThe Way is found.

BOUNDLESS

Let the circle of my loveBe so pure, so deep, so wide,That in its joyous, radiant reachNothing shall be left outside.

IT IS MY HEART THAT SINGS

Although I know no music,No accent weak or strong,The rhythm of the heartFlows out into a song

REFLECTION

The wood, the mountain, and the tree,Reflected in the quiet lake.

A PRAYER

Come with the dawn and bless me as I wake!Into my waiting heart pour living thought.

THE BEAUTY OF LOVE

Where did the dreary darkness go,where flew the taunts of fear?