Poems

The New Century

WE stand expectant at the portal Of the new century's dawning day; We catch the sounds of strains immortal As mists and darkness melt away; And as we gaze, the view resplendent Grows brighter as the day comes on, Till scenes and sounds become transcendent, Which were but faint at early dawn.

The Christmas Dawn

Flushed with glory comes the dawnAcross the soft grey sky,With roseate garments trailing wideOn soft wings sweeping by;Boldly sweet she bears to earthFrom heaven's gentle fold.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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Half-hearted, false-hearted! Heed we the warning!Only the whole can be perfectly true;Bring the whole offering, all timid thought scorning,True-hearted only if whole-hearted too.

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Love and Hate

If I but truly say, "I love,"The darkened way grows bright,And I behold the heavenly light,Beneath, around, above.
Courage, faint heart! the stars shine still,As they have shone ten thousand years;The planets all their work fulfilThroughout the night, and have no fears.

A Hymn

Lead me gently, Love Divine,Through this maze of mortal strife;Let thy brightness round me shine,Breathe in me thy Perfect Life.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Thanksgiving

We give Thee thanks, dear Father, for this day;For all the sunshine shed upon our way;For life, for home, for friends, but most for TheeWe give Thee loving thanks, in unity.

Free!

Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

My Ships

AH, years ago!—no matter where,Beneath what roof or sky,I dreamed of days, perhaps remote,Where ships of mine that were afloat,Should in the harbor lie;And all the costly freights they boreEnrich me both in mind and store.

Our Warfare

Christian , list!— the war we're wagingIs not one of shot or shell;"Tis with thoughts that we are striving,See we watch their movements well.
If any little word of oursCan make one life the brighter,If any little song of oursCan make one heart the lighter,God help us speak that little word,And take our bit of singing,And drop it in some lonely vale,To set the echoes ringing.
This lamp through all the tedious nightOf life, shall guide our way;Till we behold the clearer lightOf an eternal day.