Poems

See the butterfly

The little caterpillar never dreamedThat he would someday fly,Sailing over wood and fieldHigh up in the sky.

Right now

"Now are we the sons of God.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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When all else has failed

At the mountain's foot—dwarfed, bereft of all thatseemed of worth, I striveto reach—outside time—

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Does a mountain climber complainbecause the cliff is steep,the peak too high?

Dig deep!

Challenge is stimulus.

A friend's departure

In selfish grief I wept for himWhen first he passed beyond my sightAnd wondered why a summons cameFrom the Lord of Hosts to end his light.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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 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 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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Even in gray yearsstill to yieldstill to be led,inspired, fed—still to be healed.

"Always" and "every"*

From childhood I had read those words,skimming them smoothlyover mind and tongue.

change of tone

I used to long for God's voiceto come à la Cecil B.

You dawn on me

Aha!I thought you more than matter multiplied!.

Mental memo to myself

Hey, thought.

Self-examination

If Christ Jesus were here today,would I greet him like the Pharisee,convinced of my own understanding?