Infinite Light
And so the Three Wise Men that cometh from the East
Give not the treasures of spices and ambers and myrrh
And brought to the lowly born.
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Newfound Spring
It was April when I came to earth, and a
gentle rain was falling
And the air was filled with the promise of
Spring – and so I waited until May
Then my eyes feasted with the beauty of
fresh flowers and the multitude
of growing things.
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Mighty God
Thou must stand upon the seashore, and
look with wandering eye
And gaze upon the waves and of their
strength and of their mightiness
That they fall upon the sands, still they
ever must recede back unto the place
from whence they sprang.
Yet we may wonder at the
mightiness of all this. (more…)
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Dearest One
Dearest ~ Once again you’ve come to me
from out of space into my starlit night
Borne swiftly by the magic wings of destiny
into my waiting, longing arms.
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Bowstring
Words are thoughts and borne like winged messengers;
Shafts of iridescent Light, feathered with a kindness soft,
Or barbed with hardened steel ~
That minds and hearts be shorn apart by piercing shafts.
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Moldeth In Virtue
Hast thou given thought of thy life ~
Hast thou molded it in the virtues of compassion
Or hast it been as the iron in the smithy’s
forge, heated and tempered in flame;
Or as the potter’s clay molded and baked in the oven?
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Searchest Thou
For, without Me thy voice becomes as one crying in the wilderness
And with Me, thy voice becomes one in the Infinite symphony of Creation.
Without Me, thy path is more dark than the blackest night.
With Me, thy path is brighter than the noonday sun ~
And stones become as stars.
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Smallness Of Self
For behold there are two who are pilgrims who journey to Mecca
That their pouches are filled with dates and they have with them
the belly of the sheep filled with fresh curds,
So that they need wasteth not, nor hunger upon the wayside.
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Come Walk With Me
Come walk with me ~ our pathway is a rainbow through the sky
No pot of gold to wait for us at other end
But life Immortal to be lived in summer skies.
Long corridors of rainbow hues, await us there
And rooms all filled with stardust bright.
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His Eternal Love
The earth has wounded thee, for thou comest unto the Lord
And in thy faith He shall bind up thy wounds
For as thou art long suffering, and many and grievous are thy wounds
Yet surely with all of this and in the binding thereof
Thou art made in the wholeness of thy God.
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Call Me God
So that fellow man can passeth by another man’s doorway
And say that this is all that is he
Or that he enter into his own doorway and say
That I too am contained herein.
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Creating
I called to thee into the blackness of the
night, but only echoes answered back ~
and all was still again.
I called to thee in the brightness of a new
day, but songs of birds were all that
answered my plea.
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An Angel’s Way
How oft it is that high above, in some bright lighted sky
An Angel’s caught by planets rushing by
An Earthly place that spins a web of prayers that reaches out and holds Him fast
And there within its earthly coils He’s born again, and lives within a body made of flesh
And comes and goes as all men do, and called by all of them as such as they;
Yet, there remains within His heart and mind an Angel’s way
And in His hand an Angel’s touch. (more…)
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A God-Like Way
To he who would God-like become will never wield a sceptor
Nor a heavy crown to wear, nor ermine robes or any of the things which emperors
or kings hold about them in their way of life
To thus become a god, each man must do a godly thing
not wrought from stone or metal rare.
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Suspended
And now the pale dawn breaks, I see a bright and glowing morning star
So hung halfway ‘twixt Heaven and earth it beckons with an unseen hand.
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