Poems

To love means more,Much more,Than giving warm embraceOr voicing deep concern.

I am healed!

How beautiful the words, "I am healed!"Joy-filled heartsthanking God;practitioner and patient togetheron Horeb heightsing praisefor Truth revealed.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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Love's tender reign

The meadows of childhoodhint glimpse of infinity.

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Just a minute

God never saysanything like that.

Correction

Birth is not beginning.

No need for grief

I do not need to grieve for you, my friend;you are the shining of the Light that never dims;Soul's song cannot be silenced nor unsung.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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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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Demonstration

Leaning on staffs earned yesterday,advancing through present proof,I find the same familiar rod—perfect, eternal truth.

I hear the upward run

of sweet-sap springtime.

"It never was"

"It cannot be," "It never was,"Yet error lingered on,'Til Love divine dissolved the lieAnd "never was" was gone.

"Night airs"

The night is full of the soundof tinny transistorsplayed in the dark by the lonelywho lie in their beds, sleepless and sad,seeking comfort in quizzesand pop and a friendly voicerecounting the dire, the deadlynews of the worldas it spins to another dilatory dawn.

Eternity now

Just now.

Resting

I rest today in green pastures,trusting my Shepherd,loving His way,knowing He keeps me with Him today.