Easter - by Helen Schucman

[Lee Flynn]

Happy Easter, everyone

This has always been among my favorites of the
poems that Helen authored, and published in her
book "The Gifts of God." And these three lines
from this poem have always struck me as especially
powerful.


"Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath."

~ Lee

_____


Easter

I did not die. In rising up I did
But stay the same. Eternity had come
To claim its own from the embrace of time
And bitter kiss of death. I but came home
After a journey so diminutive
That Heaven never noticed it began
Nor ended. Unencumbered, changelessly,
The Christ united with the Son of man,
And what belonged to God returned to Him.
Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath.
I did not die. Appearances of hate
Enveloped Me. Illusions veiled My eyes
And stopped My heart. Earth's dream closed over Me,
And that was all. The Son of God must rise
Above all dreams of fear. Would God allow
The Son who is like Him to separate
From life that is Himself? His Comforter
Came down to lift Me up within His great
And silent wings. The peace of God unbound
My hands and feet. For who can stop the heart
Of God Himself, or veil the eyes that watch
His Son in mercy, or make Him depart
From what is but Himself?
I did not die.
The dream of sacrifice but died for Me.
Seek not illusions now. Be still and stop
The worshipping of death. Look up and see
My feet upon the shining mountain top.

By Helen Schucman,
From "The Gifts of God"©
Published by the Foundation for Inner Peace

[Sidney Lambe]

Post by Lee Flynn
Happy Easter, everyone

Christianity is an enormous ugliness.

Even today, they are the worst mass murderers on the planet,
and the grossest materialists, in utter contradiction to the
teachings of Christ.


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[Carrie]

Woke up this morning and it's amost warm (though it snowed most of
yesterday). Easter is symbolic of the Ressurection. Another winter turning
into Spring. with warm and sun and green grass, and buds- leaves on the
trees. The cycle of life.

Post by Lee Flynn
Happy Easter, everyone
This has always been among my favorites of the
poems that Helen authored, and published in her
book "The Gifts of God." And these three lines
from this poem have always struck me as especially
powerful.
"Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath."
~ Lee
_____
Easter
I did not die. In rising up I did
But stay the same. Eternity had come
To claim its own from the embrace of time
And bitter kiss of death. I but came home
After a journey so diminutive
That Heaven never noticed it began
Nor ended. Unencumbered, changelessly,
The Christ united with the Son of man,
And what belonged to God returned to Him.
Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath.
I did not die. Appearances of hate
Enveloped Me. Illusions veiled My eyes
And stopped My heart. Earth's dream closed over Me,
And that was all. The Son of God must rise
Above all dreams of fear. Would God allow
The Son who is like Him to separate
From life that is Himself? His Comforter
Came down to lift Me up within His great
And silent wings. The peace of God unbound
My hands and feet. For who can stop the heart
Of God Himself, or veil the eyes that watch
His Son in mercy, or make Him depart
From what is but Himself?
I did not die.
The dream of sacrifice but died for Me.
Seek not illusions now. Be still and stop
The worshipping of death. Look up and see
My feet upon the shining mountain top.
By Helen Schucman,
From "The Gifts of God"©
Published by the Foundation for Inner Peace

[Sidney Lambe]

On talk.religion.course-miracle, Carrie

Post by Carrie
Woke up this morning and it's amost warm (though it snowed most
of yesterday). Easter is symbolic of the Ressurection. Another
winter turning into Spring. with warm and sun and green grass,
and buds- leaves on the trees. The cycle of life.

No. Easter is a symbol of the vast ugliness called Christianity.

Of which ACIM is a rotten clone of.

Try to use your head for once, you pathetic religious fanatic:

Winter was turning into spring for millions of years before
Moses and Jesus made an appearance.


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[Deborah]

Post by Lee Flynn
Happy Easter, everyone
This has always been among my favorites of the
poems that Helen authored, and published in her
book "The Gifts of God." And these three lines
from this poem have always struck me as especially
powerful.
"Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath."
~ Lee

And yet every other word in this poem contradicts those three lines
you've extracted, and say that Jesus received these gifts at point of
death.

Deborah

Post by Lee Flynn
Easter
I did not die. In rising up I did
But stay the same. Eternity had come
To claim its own from the embrace of time
And bitter kiss of death. I but came home
After a journey so diminutive
That Heaven never noticed it began
Nor ended. Unencumbered, changelessly,
The Christ united with the Son of man,
And what belonged to God returned to Him.
Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath.
I did not die. Appearances of hate
Enveloped Me. Illusions veiled My eyes
And stopped My heart. Earth's dream closed over Me,
And that was all. The Son of God must rise
Above all dreams of fear. Would God allow
The Son who is like Him to separate
From life that is Himself? His Comforter
Came down to lift Me up within His great
And silent wings. The peace of God unbound
My hands and feet. For who can stop the heart
Of God Himself, or veil the eyes that watch
His Son in mercy, or make Him depart
From what is but Himself?
I did not die.
The dream of sacrifice but died for Me.
Seek not illusions now. Be still and stop
The worshipping of death. Look up and see
My feet upon the shining mountain top.
By Helen Schucman,
From "The Gifts of God"©
Published by the Foundation for Inner Peace

[Sidney Lambe]

Post by Deborah

Post by Lee Flynn
Happy Easter, everyone
This has always been among my favorites of the
poems that Helen authored, and published in her
book "The Gifts of God." And these three lines
from this poem have always struck me as especially
powerful.
"Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath."
~ Lee

And yet every other word in this poem contradicts those three lines
you've extracted, and say that Jesus received these gifts at point of
death.
Deborah

Uh oh. Trouble in Fluffy Bunny Paradise.

Post by Deborah

Post by Lee Flynn
Easter
I did not die. In rising up I did
But stay the same. Eternity had come
To claim its own from the embrace of time
And bitter kiss of death. I but came home
After a journey so diminutive
That Heaven never noticed it began
Nor ended. Unencumbered, changelessly,
The Christ united with the Son of man,
And what belonged to God returned to Him.
Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath.
I did not die. Appearances of hate
Enveloped Me. Illusions veiled My eyes
And stopped My heart. Earth's dream closed over Me,
And that was all. The Son of God must rise
Above all dreams of fear. Would God allow
The Son who is like Him to separate
From life that is Himself? His Comforter
Came down to lift Me up within His great
And silent wings. The peace of God unbound
My hands and feet. For who can stop the heart
Of God Himself, or veil the eyes that watch
His Son in mercy, or make Him depart
From what is but Himself?
I did not die.
The dream of sacrifice but died for Me.
Seek not illusions now. Be still and stop
The worshipping of death. Look up and see
My feet upon the shining mountain top.
By Helen Schucman,
From "The Gifts of God"©
Published by the Foundation for Inner Peace

[Carrie]

Post by Deborah

Post by Lee Flynn
Happy Easter, everyone
This has always been among my favorites of the
poems that Helen authored, and published in her
book "The Gifts of God." And these three lines
from this poem have always struck me as especially
powerful.
"Think not the Holy Spirit waits for death
To offer you the gifts God gave to Him,
Or Heaven rests upon a failing breath."
~ Lee

And yet every other word in this poem contradicts those three lines
you've extracted, and say that Jesus received these gifts at point of
death.
Deborah

I wonder if Helen's poems are supposed to be related to ACIM or just
her own thinking.
I never really saw the connection, either.