Poems

The Builders

I dwell near a murmur of leaves,And my labor is sweeter than rest;For over my head in the shade of the eavesA throstle is building his nest.

Lots of time for lots of things...

Lots of time for lots of things,Though it's said that time has wings.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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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The Singing Shepherd

The shepherd climbed the hill through dark and light;And on and on he went,Higher and higher still,Seeking a pasture hidden in the height.

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The Isles of Quiet

The Isles of Quiet lie beyond the years,Hoar prophets say it; yet, for all the tears,I doubt the saying of the seers.

If we all Did our Best

If we all did our best, my struggling brother,To be what God made us, for self and each other,What kindlier hearts and happier facesWould brighten the gloom of earth's desolate places!What healing of heartaches, of sorrow and sadness,What tides of good-will, what flowing of gladness,Would flood this old earth with the glory of heaven,If we all were but true to our nature God-given!

Just Live Thy Life

Just live thy life.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

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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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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Lord God !
Rose and gold and blue of the skies,Face and curls and innocent eyes,Sleep, my little one, dream and drowse All the birds sit still in the boughs,The dark blue spaces with stars are sown —Sleep, my blessing, my love, my own,Sleep!

"Whereas I was Blind, now I See"

I met him but once in half darkness,And how can I tell you, wise scribes,Of his beauty, his wisdom, his glory,Who would only answer with jibes?

Lost Ideals

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife,Some pure ideal of a noble lifeThat once seemed possible?

Song's Eternity

Into the song of the Poet are builded the things that endure : The Pillars of Karnak will crumble but the song of Shelley is sure.

Life

There's nothing so easy as living, When we've learned the way to live;