Poems

The breath of prayer

The streetlamp pours its pale washacross the still wet bricks,and the summer's breezeis an eddying of invisible feathersacross my gazing face.

In the morning...

Peter, I know you—the wondrous joy when,led to the mount,you saw, you nearly understood!

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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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In heaven always ...

Discouraged once again, lost in anguishFor what seemed the thousandth timeTo face recurring pain (relief often immediate)Only to come again,"What's left for me to learn, Lord?

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The eternal student

A satire
Holy Bible, book divine,Precious treasure, thou art mine:Mine to tell me whence I came;Mine to tell me what I am;

Contemplation

Teach me where I need to go.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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 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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Breakthrough

Bright light, white, pure, beneficent.

As brother to Zacchaeus*

I climb my sycomore tree,wholly lifted above crude crunch, mundane mutterings,to the free, uncluttered viewI seek.

Thy will, not mine

Ah, the fruitless, formless heaviness of indecision,That oversurging of pros and cons,That final tally of confusionYielding non-answerandStarting all over again.
Once I dwelt in the tomb of mental darknessamong the rocks of ignorance, fear, and sin—ranting in despair.

All there is

What is my fortune?

Remove the liability

We should not ignoreThe good that has gone before,But we must do more.