Poems

NO DESERT PLACES

A skylight window in an attic room,to some, might have meant discouragement and gloom;but one brave heart refused to acknowledge dangeror insufficiency.

THE STAR

They were a people who for forty yearsPitched their great tents against the burning dark,Drank from the brook at Eshcol, and shed tearsUpon the meads of Ain and saw the arkBorne before Moses.

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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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WATCHER AT BETHLEHEM

First my ear caught the silver sound of a bell.

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I am listeningWhen all sense of self is put away,When fear has fled and error's nightHas been replaced by Love's revealing day,When with calm trust I knowThat God owns every hour,When I can wait, assuredThe Father with His love and powerMaps and marks the willing traveler's way—A way harmonious, bright, wherein each step is shown,Because the traveler makes true listening his own.

LET GO OF PERSONS

A friend once gave me,When I was burdened by the acts of personsand the why of things,A healing thought:

INNOCENCY

The Psalmist sang.

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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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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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"GIVE YE THEM TO EAT"

My store seems meager, but they have come farTo glimpse the Christ.

RELEASE

"God requireth that which is past.

THE NEW BIRTH

As thought begins to soar above the earth,And mortal weights release their fearful clutch,There dawns a deepening hope, a heartfelt touchOf Life and Love which signals the new birth.

IN QUIET WAYS

A mighty wind once rent the mountainsideAnd brake the rocks apart; an earthquake came;And then a fire; but these did not proclaimGod's presence in the world's chaotic tide.

LOVE IS SUPREME

Who loves the Lord above all elseShall every moment findAll things the Father hath are his,Within the realm of Mind.

"STRETCH FORTH THINE HAND"

O timid , fearful one.