Poems

The Awakening

WHAT matters where my body dwellsIf but my thoughts are high?

Cheer Up

Cheer up! The sky is bluerThan it was a year ago;The very smiles are gladderAnd have a richer glow;The raining and the sunshineAre helping you and me—The world is growing betterThan it ever used to be.

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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 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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A Song of Thanksgiving

New-winged with truth, as never winged before—The Master's truth, reborn these latter days—Thanksgiving anthems ring from shore to shoreAround the pendant world, with joy and praise.

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"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto me"

O God , behold my open hands:Place Thou my work within;They emptied are of earthly gainAnd pleasurings of sin.

Little Words

"Yes, you did, too!""I did not!"Thus the little quarrel started,Thus, by unkind little words,Two fond friends were parted.

Life Quatrains

Seeing.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

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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 Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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Windows

Windows each, if our hearts be true,Are we to the hearts about us;Lighting the shades of their cold, gray worldWhich were dreary and dark without us.

The Dewdrop

What is that chaste, that sparkling thing,Which to the rose at dawn doth cling,And nestled near its throbbing breastPlays ardent lover while a guest?

To a Waterfowl

Whither, midst falling dew,While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursueThy solitary way?

The Standard of Love

Let us lift up our hearts with a joy untoldFor this truth that has come to the lives of men,A standard that Love has for us unrolledAnd raised at the break of the day, again.
What makes little children quite happy and good,And banishes tempers both naughty and rude?

The Mother-Love

As to the downy nest the spent bird fliesAt sunset time; as to the waters grayMoves glad the trusting ship whose purpose diesWithout its strong upholding; as the dayGoes joyfully to night's embrace at last,And as the star, aweary far aboveWith its night-watching, hails the dawning vast—So rests, so hides the world in mother-love!