I Am There

James Dillet Freeman, Unity Poet, I am There poem, Prayer of Protection

In the classic poem, “I Am There” by James Dillet Freeman, the Unity poet wrote through his struggle when his wife, Katherine, received a terminal cancer diagnosis. Listen to Freeman read the poem.



We live in a world of light. We are ourselves light. ….

I have only to look … to taste … to feel, I have only to live—to know that the world is a work more wonderful than anything I can imagine it to be, anything I do imagine it to be! The wildest wonderment of all poets, dreamers, inventors, speculators that have ever lived is as nothing compared to the wonderment that is the world. The world is God’s wonderment, infinite intelligence compounding its infinity, the joy of eternity delighting in itself.

… For when I consider humanity, I catch a glimpse of God in whose image we are made.

Listen to life, and you shall hear the voice of life crying: Be!

What shall you be?

A Fish Not Even Gold

A few years ago in my garden I built two shallow lily ponds and put goldfish into them. They multiplied. But dogs tore the liner and ruined the ponds, so in the fall I drained them and gave away the fish.

Later that fall, much rain fell, and in the winter, much snow. Two or three inches of water formed in the bottom of the pools. It must have been frozen solid for at least a month and must have frozen solid and thawed a number of times. There may have been times when the pools were dry.

Unity: A World Religion

Excerpted from a past Unity Magazine® column, "Life Is A Wonder."

Unity held a meeting and the whole world came. You may think that is an exaggeration, but that is how I felt about it. We called the meeting the first Unity World Conference, and that is what it was. It was held at the Metropole Hotel on the grounds of The National Exhibition Center in Birmingham, England, from August 8 through August 13, 1995.

In the Silence

Excerpted from a past Unity Magazine® column, "Life Is a Wonder."

There is a place to which you can turn for rest and release from fear and care. It is a holy place. Stillness fills it. The peace of God is in it. There your mind becomes like a little child's, lovely and true and pure. There your thought is stayed on the things that are good and just and merciful. When you enter, the world outside and all your troubles drop away and you rise at last, body stilled, mind stilled, refreshed, and restored.

The Traveler

He [She] has put on invisibility.
Dear Lord, I cannot see—
But this I know, although the road     ascends
And passes from my sight,
That there will be no night;
That You will take him [her] gently by the hand
And lead him [her] on
Along the road of life that never ends,
And he [she] will find it is not death but dawn.
I do not doubt that You are there as here,
And You will hold him [her] dear.