Poems

UNMARRED IMAGE

No thought of personalityIn me or in my fellow manCan hide from me realityOr mar design of perfect plan.

COMFORT

Alone you say?

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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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OUR MASTER PROPHET

Destroy the law, the prophets?

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How glad we are for this loved roomWherein the heart may bring to bloomRefreshing thoughts that spell releaseAnd unreal cares replace with peace.

CANA

You saw the water redding,Traveler, at Cana?

PRAYER FOR COMMUNION SUNDAY

I lay my heart on the altar of Love.

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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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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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GUIDANCE

I sought by human will one dayTo walk the path in my own way,But wisdom bade me pause and waitFor Mind's unfailing light to guideMe in the narrow way and straightWith Love's own presence at my side.

ETERNITY

We have eternity.

ONE

With but one God, and that one good,We know our Father's motherhood.

HE PURGETH IT

Is it for this I am wounded?

GOD'S GIFT

We seemed to live within a crumbling worldWhere honest work brought no abiding gainAnd where, adventuring, all our schemes were hurledAs dust to dust—our labor spent in vain.

I COULD REJOICE

Although there seemed to beearth tears for me.