Poems

Thou nameless one to Jacob friendThat wrestled through the night's dark hourAnd smote the sinew of a thoughtThat long had held him in its power,Come thou with light to my dark hour,So it may vanish with thy touch,And I behold in Truth's clear dayThe knowledge of a better way.

Love's Beam

I cannot lose the beam of Love.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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There is an overtone of judgmentin that tender invitation,"Ask, and it shall be given you.

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Salvation

Far off seemed victory, though bravely sought;And here, the tempter in the shade of thought,Nodding in soft intent its evil head:"Don't suffer any more—try me instead.

Man Lives

Man does not live by bread alone.

Trust His Might

Be not lonely—filled with sorrow—You who have some loved one gone.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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Shared reflections

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

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 Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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Assurance

How can I be of little faith,Or doubt Thy holy Word,When sweeter promises than ThineMankind has never heard?

Deep Desire

Dear Lord, of all the gifts Thy treasury holds,I seek that rarest boon, above all price,The one I long for most of all,The understanding heart:To know the need, unvoiced, untold;To give to hungry hearts the foodOf hope, love, and compassion;To reach beyond and free those bound by pride,Yet bruised and broken;With tender love, tact, and devotionTo break the bread of Truth,And show to them the tender careOf Father-Mother God,Which satisfies all longingsAnd brings to them true consolation.

The Watchful Plowman

The one who points reproachfullyAnd turns to ask,Loosens his grip upon the plowAnd leaves his task.

Listener

What shall I listen for?

The Healing Came

Alone and ill and fallen far from grace,She read these words within that quiet room:"Love's presence fills all space.

All the Way

I remember all the way the Lord has led me.