Poems

Who Is Everybody?

Everybody says so.

Song of Renewal

How it was in the very beginning—that first love of Truththat greening viewa wondrous tender holinesswhen first Love healed you.

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Shared reflections

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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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UNFINISHED PARABLE

We alonecan settle the fuss,when the prodigal's brotherturns out to beus.

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WE CAN THINK OF GOD

When we see someone loving,We can think of God.

HEALED: HALF OR WHOLLY?

I dreamt that I suffered,prayed to recoverthen woke reluctantto leave the dreamwith the prayer unanswered—

ABRAHAM

Whether it was one man or several menor a whole tribe at listening-pitch

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Anthology of classic articles III

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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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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PROGRESS

How forcefully I said,"I am right!"

HEARKEN

Forgive me, Father.

A GRAIN OF MUSTARD

A grain of mustardIs very smallBut bigger than error—That's nothing at all.

SHORELESS, FREE

Look from the seaRedundant seaFrom ebbing, flowingMortality's me.

TRAFFIC JAM

Sometimes words only push and pull,go round in circles, getting nowhere.

GRATITUDE

Gratitudeis somethinginadequately expressedin words.