Poems

GOING ON

Even to every Thomas it must bePlain that it does go on—not fatal breathImbibed at birth, vapor which only drawsThe bewildered mortal daily nearer death.

HERE WHERE WE STAND

Here where we stand there is no death, no time,No pain of heartbreak, loneliness, or grief,As toward the light the rugged path we climbAbove the darkened valleys of belief.

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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 SEVENTH DAY

God rested on the seventh day.

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WINGS

Fear lendeth wings to fly, but not to soar,And calleth soon her own to her once more;So, he that feareth falleth,Nor heedeth One who callethHis power to restore.

THEY WERE ALL FED

Five loaves and two small fishesWere all their eyes could see,But Jesus' clearer visionBeheld infinity.

MOTIVES AND ACTS

Our motives and our acts are one,As are the Father and the Son.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

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From Safety

A safe refuge

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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TRUST HIM TO GOD

TRUST him to God in prayerful surrenderIf in far pastures your loved one wouldroam.

VIEW

I WILL go down in the valley to work—To do God's work today;And light of the truth which I saw on the mountWill go with me to show me His way.

THE WILDERNESS

Does thought seem like a desert place,A barren, hopeless, wasted spaceWhere nothing grows?

PRAYER AND FASTING

Prayer and fasting—A joy, not a task;For true prayer is knowingWe have what we ask.

TIME

I turned unto God.

LOVE'S ETERNAL DAY

As the darkness turns to gray,Bird song and the dawn confessMind's enduring loveliness,So that I awake to say,"Thank You, Father, for today"—Day that is the symbol ofEver-present light and Love,Melting all the night away.