Poems

Return to glory

Where am I?

The pursuit of happiness

She went before me,Fortuna,.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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And he ran to meet him

How do you meet them—those that are "yet a great way off,"downtrodden, alone,poor in spirit,hungering?

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Love

Love is my Shepherd.

Forgiveness, then peace

The greatest gift of love we can offer the worldIs to forgive ourselvesAnd take a stand for our true being.

Learning

Watch and pray dailyWith gratitude and love.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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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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On the Pulse of Morning

A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Marked the mastodon,The dinosaur, who left dried tokensOf their sojourn hereOn our planet floor,Any broad alarm of their hasteningdoomIs lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

Mogadishu in Toronto

Eyes wildhe rushes mehis arms threshingabove his head.

Incident at Nain

I was a pallbearer that yellowed afternoon.

To the child

There is a child whowaits wakeful for the gift,hiding no secret doubt,"It will not come.

Today

Dear Father,Help me to be Your servant todayIn everything I do and say.
Even prayer has no hopeof scrambling any higherthan its source and reconcilingGod to our desire.