Poems

During a trial

Dear God, I hold Thy handand will not let it go.

Be Columbus! 

You, homeless, lost, face to facewith lust, disgust, despair, in the city streets;you, young girl, hoping, believingin what is truest and timeless about you—purity, dignity, love—you, innocent!

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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Now hear this

"I made you," God says.

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Love's ever-presence

There is a presence walks with usOn every pathless way,A light outshining midday sunHowever dark the day.

Feeling Truth

Holy Father-Mother, God,Man is ever Your holy child.
Because the water seeped right throughI knewthe plants were needing larger pots.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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.

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 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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What would I have done?

Would he have gone along, this ruler namedJairus (whose daughter Jesus raised from death)Agreeing with the priests and other menWho sought destruction for the Son of God?

Home

is where placetruly becomesthe architectureof God's presence:the unrushedmeaning of complete.
Chosen does not mean better.

A new record

Earth's shadows.

Dear Father ...

How could I have ever doubted?

Zacchaeus

As publicanruled by emperor ego,I pursued my duty:checked each pilgrim's progress,exacted taxes due—criticism's revenue.