Two swallows played close-chase ‘gainst perfect blue sky:
Darted, swift, oh so graceful,
Together down, at speed, green field, tree, sky, hedge and sky again,
Supported and at one with air-cushion unseen,
No thought to how their flight, but happy in that instinct.
Did they thrill to wind in their wings,
The unfolding landscapes, each-other so close in flight, speed, innate harmony?
Both disappeared beyond hedged horizon,
But remained held in my thought.
And I realised God’s idea of me stayed in His/Her thought.
That I, too, was held, supported in Mind, divine consciousness,
In the safe solidity and surround of infinite good;
That we are the purpose and fulfilment of God’s creation,
Playing joyfully, free,
Buoyed by Spirit–cushion unseen,
Forever held in the everlasting arms of Love.
“The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms:” Deuteronomy 33:27 (to:)
For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
James beheaded, now Herod’s captured me,
I clink strong chains in my captivity.
I see the guards in this my hideous cell.
Despite this gloom I trust that all is well!
I have faith-followed Jesus Christ my Lord,
I must survive, fulfil his promised word.
Our church must prove that right wins over wrong:
When all is dismal, that’s when we stay strong!
Jesus said that perfect love removeth fear,
So I must love, even though I’m stuck in here.
To human eyes there really is no hope –
I’m due to die tomorrow. God can cope!
I look on my guards, feel no enmity,
The power of Love embraces them and me.
I fall asleep content that God does care,
My final thoughts at one with Him, in prayer.
God sends His angel, gives my thought a shake,
I rise up quickly, strangely wide-awake.
Feeling His presence, man as spiritual,
My freedom not in doubt, but something actual.
The two cold chains that bound me fall down upon the floor,
I gird myself as bidden, walk past the open door,
The first and second wards pass by, guards all fast asleep,
The iron gate just opens, no longer can me keep.
I think of all the miracles Jesus had performed,
And thank the God Almighty my life has been transformed:
This was proof so positive that man has liberty,
Man was made to glory God, he only has to be!
I made my way to Mary’s house along the empty street,
And knock the door and call “It’s Me !”, to all my brethren greet.
Despite their prayers they doubted that it was me safe and sound;
I knocked and called and called and knocked until they gave me ground.
Oh God may we believe our prayers, that when we call on Thee,
We know the Truth that Jesus said would make all men be free.
Despite all damning evidence, I knew that when I prayed,
That Love does always answer, and God gives us, always, aid.
We all look back on how it was I managed to escape,
Some even laugh at how it was, – just such a narrow scrape!
But I knew then and I know now that God is guiding me,
We all just have to listen, just obey, and so be free!