this moment of promise

when will it be
and what does it look like
and what is it made of
and how can we find it
and will we even know it when we see it

isn’t it faith

an undergirding presence trying to make its way to the light
inner inklings that guide us like waymarks in the dark

isn’t it hope

the fresh springing within us, irrepressible impulse to be,
doors and windows inviting us to open

isn’t it love

the gentle breath of approval hovering ever
beneath harsh, dark thoughts of despair
an embrace of air, of life, of stars, of trees
that sing our place among them
here in this space,
where loneliness, where longing, where hunger try to consume all light…
here in this very place

enough

presence, grace, abiding, to share.
enough to drink and drink beyond our fill,
with more left over than we can see,
with more to give,
with more to love,
with more to live.

contentment has no strings,
belongs to no body, no thing,
but rises up,
the essence we are
within us
to own this now,
this here,
and to spill its sweet presence all around us.

no strings, no space, no time,
just the presence of faith that nudges us,
hope that encourages,
and love that reminds and reminds and reminds us
that we are loved,
in Love, of Love, through Love
the very loved of the divine infinite Love
reflecting love

~~~~

i love this poem by e.e. cummings:

why
do the
fingers

of the lit
tle once beau
tiful la

dy(sitting sew
ing at an o
pen window this
fine morning)fly

instead of dancing
are they possibly
afraid that life is
running away from
them(i wonder)or

isn’t she a
ware that life(who
never grows old)
is always beau

tiful and
that nobod
y beauti

ful ev
er hur

ries

~~~~

and these:

To live and let live, without clamor for distinction or recognition; to wait on divine Love; to write truth first on the tablet of one’s own heart, — this is the sanity and perfection of living…
(Message to The Mother Church for 1902, Mary Baker Eddy, p. 2:4–7)

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. I Corinthians 13:13 ESV

the crystal clear


what is it that i would insist upon—
anchor in the weight of thought?

would i lend my witness
to a confirmation of darkness?

no

insistence spills light everywhere

i will not be hostage
to divisions
whispered speculations
titillations
of latest confrontations

the crystal clear
sings its piercing protest—
silent amidst
cacophonies of
competing cries

still small voice*
out-noising the noise
lucid truth
unsullied song

you know the sound

God sings you in the midst

—Joni Overton-Jung

*see I Kings 19:12

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prayer for earth day

prayer for earth day

“The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing.” Isaiah 14:7

“Midst the falling leaves of old-time faiths, above the frozen crust of creed and dogma, the divine Mind-force, filling all space and having all power, upheaves the earth. In sacred solitude divine Science evolved nature as thought, and thought as things. This supreme potential Principle reigns in the realm of the real, and is “God with us,” the I AM.
As mortals awake from their dream of material sensation, this adorable, all-inclusive God, and all earth’s hieroglyphics of Love, are understood; and infinite Mind is seen kindling the stars, rolling the worlds, reflecting all space and Life, - but not life in matter. Wisely governing, informing the universe, this Mind is Truth, -  not laws of matter. Infinitely just, merciful, and wise, this Mind is Love, - but not fallible love” Miscellaneous Writings, MB Eddy

on this earth day
this day on earth
let the waters
that flow through me
the waters of my thoughts
heart
hands
feet
be rivers
of kindness
washing
spilling
overflowing
anointing
perpetual praise

may this ground
of my heart
my thoughts
never be hardened
to growth
ever patient
inadvertently joyful
living to give

may the air
of my heart, my thoughts
be breath
sweet
clean
gentle
purifying:
antidote to bitterness, fear and greed

may this ocean
of my heart
my thoughts
be bottomless refuge
of assurance-
give way
to tiny fingers,
carry without effort
the largest load

may the skies within me,
heart and thought,
be tireless dispellers of the dark-
each impartial
borderless glance of light shining the
earth into sharp relief-release:
the whole world, earth, universe, each,
tenderly held in divine Love’s infinite hands

joni overton-jung

walk with me

and from the mountain top
Jesus saw them, his disciples—
toiling in rowing
their ship
in the midst of the sea

and as they struggled,
braced against the wind,
oars pressed to unfriendly waters

he walked to them
over wave
through gale
unhurried
unharried

“be of good cheer”
he said,
“be not afraid,
it’s me.”

up into the ship he went
(no labored hoisting,
no desperate rescue)
and the wind ceased*

the peace,
a resounding hush

see the wake he leaves—
message etched on now still waters:

walk over, not into or with**
buffetings, bluster, rage, fear
walk over, not into or with
torrents, tempest, rancor, despair

walk with me,
Christ:
inner voice of calm
truth teller
divine oasis
your shelter from all storms

—Joni Overton-Jung

*See Mark 6:48–51.
**See Mary Baker Eddy, Unity of Good, p. 11.

From the January 8, 2018 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel

stars beckon

beach-walking
in the dark
ice-lined shore

all around me
night air
holds its breath

cusp of infinity

how small
how small
footsteps feel

stars reach out
extend their offering

o wise man
o wise woman
stars beckon*

this corridor
infinite trail
of straight and narrow**

come
follow follow follow

lose not sight
of this Light

Christ

silent voice
singing out the sky
silently silently

beacon song
within
around
above

light of Light:

shining out the night

joni overton-jung

*Matthew 2
**Matthew 7

still small voice

I.
can you

see the face of the sky?

read the signs of the times? *1

gauge the tenor of thought?

discern the state of things within?

is there a storm brewing?
floods of fear
waves of rage
hateful righteousness
reaching a boiling point?

we are being called

not to be barometer
for world currents:
suggestion, projection,
manipulation

but to sift real
from unreal
to heed the
still small voice within **2

Elijah heard it
on the mountain
as he faced
wind
earthquake
fire

and right there—
he heard
the still small voice
of God

stilling the storm
lighting the dark—
peace breaking through

suddenly the world
is seen
as God sees:
safe, intact, assured.

II.
today,
instead of railing,
wondering,
blaming,
being transfixed
by portent of the times

we could,
like Elijah,
make our way higher,
find the center of our hearts—
not turn away,
but turn towards
the face of God

and there in some hush
an assurance—
insistent stillness—
hear, see, feel God, good
embracing the universe
in impartial, impervious
tenderness

here is where we see the face of the sky
discern the real signs of the times
storms find their stillness
fires burn but do not consume
the earth moves in wonder
all things are safe, intact, assured
everything about us
sings for joy.

—Joni Overton-Jung
*1 Matthew 16:3
**2 I Kings 19:12
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choosing the good part

are you careful
and troubled
about many things?

one thing
one thing alone
is needful

seek God first*
this can’t be taken from you

let your ministrations
be by angels

tending to your hands
your heart
your every thought

every task
a benediction
every action
reflecting Love

—Joni Overton-Jung

*See Matthew 6:33

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