Tower of Bable

Mortality gives rocks

to treasure as truth.

“You use your senses, five of them, to know and learn.”

Rock.

“You feel all through a material body.”

Rock.

“You are alive now but you will die.”

Rock

Rock, rock, rock, rock rock.

And we build.

Some rocks seem precious

            Rainbows and sunsets

                        (light diffracting through water drops and atmosphere)

Some rocks disturb us

            Hate, violence, fear

                        (the nature of man)

Some rocks are ugly

            Disease, deformity, death

                        (the human condition)

But mortality gives us rocks

and if we think they are truth

we build.

We build a tower with our rocks.

We build it high.

We build it strong.

We think that if we build well and high enough

We will finally reach God.

But God knows better.

He sent Jesus with

the lightening of Christ

to strike down our towers.

They are only rubble.

God, the only Truth,

uses love to walk us through

our rubble of rocks.

And as we walk with God

each and every rock

just disappears.

And so it is.

Mortality gives us nothing.

Christ shines the light

and we don’t need to build a tower to God.

God is here.

           

The Gift of Grace

The Gift of Grace

In a new home,

a new house,

I watched my mother plant

 Iris tubers brown and wrinkled,

small sticks emerging from the earth

to be roses,

not bits of dust  but tiny seeds.

She trusted.

She saw the coming beauty,

the grace of knowing Soul

as active

as creative

as a surety.

The garden blooms in glory,

all foreseen

In the springtime garden

my father turned the soil,

made rows straight for

tall stalks of corn,

low rows of beans,

tomatoes in between.

He trusted.

He saw the coming harvest,

the grace of knowing Soul

as productive

as supply

as certainty.

The garden feeds us well,

all foreseen

The gift of grace

is knowing what beauty looks like

before it appears.

The gift of grace

 is knowing how to do the work,

to express Soul’s plan.

The gift of grace

is seeing completed good

in now’s process.

The gift of grace is

knowing Soul.

time

In the mythical store of life

Time is the cashier

            charging in moments, minutes

                        and years

Time says that you will check out of life.

            “ You must move through me.”

            Follow the rules.

            This is the law of life.

Can I shoplift?

Who is guarding this mortal store?

Who is watching if I steal out of time

            and take the whole of life with me?

I am the only security guard

            to arrest my forward way.

My belief in time holding sway

            Only

in suppose

            only

in impression

                                    only

in surmise

                       

Am I a righteous officer of time?

            Self-righteous? 

I quit!

Resign this timely job.

No fun in counting death

When

             joy measures no moments

            love takes no time

            peace is confidence in infinity

                        and

                   Life is God.

  

I believe in God not time

God charges nothing for life,

            God has never given a bill

                          Life is

                         given

It is free

And time is illusion.

            which, with no enforcement

            no enforcer

cannot block the way.

Life is not bought.

Life is God

            Unlimited

            Abundant

            Timeless.

Happy in God

Happy in God

Open

Let ‘I’ slip through thought’s fingers

Be still

Listen  with knowing emptied,

till only  now remains

Humbly

Receive life as a gift,

Soft as a gecko’s footprints

Strong as wind traced patterns across the rocks

Warm as the echoes of joy that fill the day

That fills life

That fills all up full

Until we hear

Joy in every breeze

See joy in every movement

Dance with joy

The gift of being

Happy in God

All Moments

All Moments are filled with love
                  by Love,
Mind gives the intelligence
                  to know Love.
Soul is consciousness
                  through which we feel Love.
Laws of Principle show us
                   the unbreakable structure of
                   home in Love.
Spirit lifts from limiting Love
                   by the possibility of matter.
Life is the force
                   that like gravity
                   keeps us in Love.
Truth sweeps Love's home
                  of cobwebby lies,
                  perfect love.
This moment is Love's.

Testimony sent to TMC

I would like to express my deep gratitude for these meetings and for the dedicated work being done in Boston to support all of our prayers and activity in the field. As usual I was very inspired by the readings and sharing last week.

As I continued studying the weekly Bible lesson on Soul after  the live online broadcast (we listen live at 9am here in Hawaii), I felt buoyed up in my search for truth.  The lesson included the citation from page 307 in S&H reading, “Man was not created from a material basis, nor

bidden to obey material laws which Spirit never made; his province is in spiritual statutes, in the higher law of Mind.” I thought of the word ‘province” that Mary Baker Eddy used in saying that our province is in spiritual statutes. I had always assumed that she meant the word as the dictionary defines, “sphere or field of activity or authority.” But this week I thought of province as a geographic area and understood that if an unjust law was passed in some country across the globe  that I wouldn't worry.  It was not MY province. Say for example the law said that all people over 5’6” had to pay a extra $1000 tax. Even though I am 5’11” tall I would not worry about that law because I don’t live in that province. The same goes for material  laws such as illness or decrepitude.  I live in the province of divine Mind, God and need not worry about material laws.

I would like to share a small healing that illustrates this (although I have been reminded recently that there are no small healings.) This summer my family had the joyous opportunity to attend the Annual Meeting of the Mother Church in Boston.  At the Sunday church service I got a tickle in my ear made me cough uncontrollable. I felt the prayerful support of others in the congregation as I tried to suppress the cough.  With tears running down my face I prayed to understand my God governed being. Suddenly I knew that my existence was purely spiritual. It was as if I was transported.  I sat there with tears on my face and the tickle in my throat but I knew that I didn’t live in matter, and matter didn’t govern me. My province was very literally spiritual.  I watched from a spiritual vantage as the need to cough and the struggle to control matter vanished. 

My gratitude for Christian Science overflow

exactly What 2

Exactly What

An angel whispers 

this song to me.

I’m exactly what I need to be.

God created, spiritual,

showing off Love’s great skill.

Exactly how I need to be.

Awakened to God’s great good

reality is understood.

Exactly what I need to see

Intelligence defined,

Soul’s gift is always mine.

Exactly who I need to be.

Mind directing my footsteps sure,

joyful progress is secure.

Exactly where I need to be.

I cannot skip or run away 

Love gently marks the upward way

Exactly how I need to go.

The Kingdom of Heaven now and here

nothing good can disappear.

Exactly all I need to have.  

I can  heal as Jesus taught,

Knowing  God  in every thought.

Exactly what I need to do.

This is me,

exactly how God created me,

Exactly what I need to be.