Poems

Faith

Is the cradle of intuition,the mother-arms of hopeful prayer,untiring watcher for Truth's dawn-light.

Fuel for thought

Yesterday, a barren twig,Today, a blossom shows—Miracle to unschooled thought,But norm to one who knows.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Lazarus, come forth!

To every human being on earthwhose light seems sepulchered by crushing tyranny,Truth sings, forever unsuppressed, "Not dead, but sleeping.

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Child in light

The light of my one, real beingShines in me this day.

Reflections on Psalm 150

The feet of that Psalmistare on the groundbeneath strong, springy legs.

The important step

After readingComes heeding,Awareness of Christ's leading,And pleading Truth's power.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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"Peace be unto you"

The doors were shut and bolted fast,for fear of enemies,where sad disciples ponderedthe recent horror of events—when suddenly, the blur of tear-wet eyesdissolved in joyous recognition.

Coming home

On the way back to ZionWe walked through dark places,Swamps of loneliness, valleys of despair,Saw sights better not seenIn ourselves and those around us.

Early rising

In birdsong gratitudeI catch the splendor of Your new day,Father—With open handsReady to lift the overflowing cupAnd drink anew of living waters.

whose list?

well all i can say is thank heaven!                                                            because itreally helps to recall in those beautiful words               .

On being prayer

Right now at this momentI need not travel to the Father.

Two angel hands

As one thought may direct two hands, which workas one, which make and cleanse, combine, defend,refine, ward off, tie down, make smooth, enclose—so does the reach of gratitude merge withobedience to Principle, which graspsthe facts of real being, holds them firm.