Poems

A certain dawn

On earth, as it turns, we see the sun rise then disappear

On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.

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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 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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May I meekly bend when the winds push hard, may I bow as low as I must go, may I kneel in patient waiting, listening, thankful, till Your strong arm lifts me up.

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Troubleshooting

On still days when country telephonewires go south, go home, go quietly away intothe woods, a certain little brown bird appears,hopping and flying by starts, following the line,trying out each pole.

Heaven everywhere

"t" looks like a crossand acts like a cross,for when added to "here"

WHAT A DAY!

This is my day,Yes, this is my day.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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 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 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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You can be sure

I wakened, fearful, in the dark,But did not seek a lamp.

Borne upon wings

On single stanchion worn silver smoothby seasons' steady turning he pauses.

The enemy within

I went to Berlinto see what Lovewould show me, and myown walls came tumbling down.

Comfort

Shortly after the terrorist bombing of 1998 in Omagh, Northern Ireland, the homeland of the author of this poem, Brian Kissock, recorded these words as a healing response to the grief that followed—including his own for several good friends who were lost in that tragedy.

Psalm: God's beauty

Thou art beautiful, oh Lord, my God,Beautiful beyond the mortal dreamThat feebly imitates infinity:Blind atoms hurtle aimless through the voidOf solid matter; and gadding galaxiesCavort in billion-year-long cartwheelsThrough vacuous immensities of space;More beautiful than helical capriceOf molecules entwined in DNA.

Trusting

Must we lend a handto guide the orbiting moon?