Poems

Gift of God

I thought I had a love,precious,rare,and sweet,that I couldn't live without—a love that would grow throughout time.

The lantern

A lantern hangs to mark the way,It's lit, but shows no light.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

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In my Father's time

Anxious,prayingdestitutein spirit,begging formy Father's time,unable to findreason or rhymewhy the answerstook forever.
Train car crammed with commuters,fresh from showers and toothbrushes,traveling to desktops, phones, and one more dayof trying to understand their bosses' needs—

Acceptance

AcceptingThe simplicity of ChristIs hard to do.

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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.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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 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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Revolution, revelation

Three reminder thoughts for every day,Written on my bathroom mirror.

Snow dawn

Tucked to bed, and snuggled down with holy hope,The farm in darkness sleeps, to dream the coming of the snow,Which, obliging, as if in answer to a prayer,Throughout the night falls floating in celestial silence,The accumulated mercy of so many feathery blessings down,Until the grace of Heaven's vast transforming crownRests lightly as a comforter upon the eager soul of that receptive ground.

Safe as a psalm

In honor of National Poetry Month, a sampling of poems that offer spiritual perspectives.

Evening light

I dismiss myself, spentfrom my cubicled daywhile the winter sky foldsinto layers pink and graysettling downfor the night.

Here

stopbe stilland shut out noise and glare