Poems

"...the form of the fourth"

This fiery furnace,Fueled by lies of dissatisfaction, covetousness, pain, fear,Has lost its power to alarm me.

Egypt: nourisher of leaders

Plotted against, then cast into a pit;sold, then purchased in Egypt by Potiphar;Joseph prospered—even in prison.

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Shared reflections

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Guided to supply

For too long just surviving,Adrift with debt, begging hope—O survivor, seek thought-incomeIn Mind, turn to the prophet.

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After Peniel

I wrestled all night.

God's child

That you're perfect our Father has taught,So know you can do as you ought.

Prayer for Sunday School

Father, I pray that I may seeonly the child who pleases Thee,

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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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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To a daughter

Motherhood is mothergood—from Mother, God,not mother Eve.

Association day

is incandescent.

God-evolved

Helter-skelter spiraling earthward,Whirligig wheeling round and around,Bound on an axis man-made,short-lived,Shackled in chains on a pre-set route?

Awake to reflection

I am awake to reflection!I cannot be duped into a lethargic stupornot knowing which road to take.

Love unpossessed

Once love was in a guarded box,A jewel I'd hid away,A precious object—mine, possessed.
No rugged, pillowed stone or shallow sleepshows us that God is always present whereour path seems hidden and our sorrow deep.