Poems

The key

My grief seemed inconsolable.

Forgiveness

When taut thoughtsRipe with revengeWould tempt me,Arguing arrogance,Pressing, probing,Spreading insinuationIn my path,Shall I assent, and say,There's time to worship God another day?

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Shared reflections

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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Good news

Have you ever had such good news—truly sweet, surprisingly good news—to tell a friendthat you were burstingand then.

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Right where you are

Declare it for yourself right where you are— the presence of goodness the language of prayer.
Submerged in troubles,I thought I knewWhat could lift me up.

Teachable you

Jesus joined Simon on the ship and asked him to"thrust out a little from the land.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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Riches

Me?

Trust's humble hand

"Art thou Ziba?

There standeth one among us

But what went ye out for to see?
Blow winds of God,Blow clean and strong,Blow every subtle breath of wrongAway!
Been down that road of compassion many times.

Mustard seed

The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.