Poems

Untapped power

Me, helpless?

Godbeams

I couldn't find the sun today.

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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 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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How wide, Lord?

How wide are Your heavens, Lord?

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O voice ofconsciencequiet, meek,

Home

A secret in-dwelling placeWhere divine Love has formed the baseOn which rest joy and peace.
"And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge.

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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.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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 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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A wide outlook

Hugeness, seemingly infinite,mysterious in darkness,the universe without edges or end?

Step out

I was so afraid for herthat I could hardly think,but God kept whispering"Step out, step out!"

Let us move peacefully

Enjoy this week's poetic offering.

Roll call

Baguio City, Philippines

My real home

I like our house.

Walking on eggshells

Glancing in mirrors, poking and looking,We entertain fears that are lidded, but cookingIn thought—"Am I well?