It isn’t that I take them in my hands as threads

— the spinning lines of power —

Not that I grab and tweak and wield them

sending things where never sent before

Instead, the rushing law of harmony

owns me, as it owns everything alive

and every distant echo, every wave —

It tunes them, as to ancient memory

And so you see, the power that spins through us

and wraps us in our synchronistic movement,

coordinates the blessing, so it flows

all through us and beyond, in raptured union

is not defined by me, nor can I use it

but cleaving to its presence, I may prove it.

Consider this: the shine of every day

whether a glimmer, thin and filtered ray

or the mute glow of pearl grey under clouds

or bold eye-squinting light that visually shouts

Whether a slender reed that barely bears you up

or bubbles deep within that rocket skyward

decorous pleasure or a vaulting joy

where you’re not sure how you keep going higher

It all expresses something you must know

though in the rush of duties you may well forget

A presence in your life that always shows

you’re not alone, your need is always met

Does God exist? – It doesn’t matter what you say

Just that you see the shine of every day.

I feel the power of Truth; its touch excites

and ripples in the torch my heart ignites

I love how I’m alive, but I want more

I want to exercise Truth’s healing power

This fact I know: I need to live consistent

In this, Truth is imperative, insistent

What Soul impels must follow through as Soul

No other cause or god renders me whole

Just as it’s true that if I really love

my love unbinds me, sends euphoria

concatenating down through each encounter

to make my store of joy into a mountain

I can’t go harboring the phantom fear

if I want perfect healing to come clear.

It happened to me tonight at the Wednesday meeting that all the readings went straight into my heart.  Images from the Bible that had sometimes seemed obscure to me were suddenly perfectly clear, sometime illustrations of things I was feeling and struggling to find words for; at other times explanations of things I am just starting to see develop.  The testimonies of others continued this line of illumination.

Every word she read was lucid, sure

No mystery, no image odd, obscure

I felt the Branch a coursing of connection

where everything is nourished from its source

The Spirit fount flows forth immutable

and sends clear brightness down its perfect course

I feel the Spirit source in all my being

and how it surges through and makes me new

Its fearless strength provides a way of seeing

that makes each impulse clear, each action true

When forms have failed, they’re lightly put aside

replaced by what the Spirit will provide.