Poems

Prayer for an infant

Father, let my infant understanding grow,Strong in the spirit of Truth.

To God's messengers

Our lives are often lit by the lampsOf other people's kindness,So when hope grows dimThey kindle it afresh:Like warm, shaded lamps,Afloat in the dark poolOf an uncurtained room,They beckon us homeward.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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A willow by the watercourse

I remember the sapling we planted—So slender, fragile and small.

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Like rare jewels

Spiritual ideasLike rare jewelsStartle!Tumbling, polishing,Refining, truthTransforms.

Lighthouse—my house

The sea is dark.

His nearness

God's nearnessdoes not comeand go.

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Shared reflections

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Shared reflections

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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 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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Remember Hagar?

When waterfor herself and sonwas spentin a desert placeHagar weptnot seeingthe here and nowof supply.

On course

Father, tame my restlessness,The urge to move too fast,Reluctance, also, to listen.

Beautiful names

In the New Orleans twilightshe called her boys at playbeyond the wrought-iron fences—"Strawberry, Pleiades, come to supper.

Preludes

Long before the graying eastern skyreveals the coming dawn,the birds know;

Christ's healing art

Instant in season, out of season.

Learning love

In loving we learn to love,without fear of hurt or worse—no acknowledgment at all.