Poems

Of being loved

The very next timeI find myself prayingto be more loving,or bleating aboutwhy I find it so hardto love more than I do,I'm going to interruptmyself and say:

On expectancy

"I pray and I pray,and the darkness goes away,"said my child.

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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 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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God is great

God is great.

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Lay hold on your prize

So, you sayerror won't let go?

Thanksgiving

Gratitude is the door to blessingThankfulness is the gate to lightGrace is the tunnel through adversity.

Not always

Not always do we haveto wrestle withwhat is real orwhat is not.

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Anthology of classic articles

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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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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A lighted candle

In quietnessthe idea glows:

Now it is true

Are youwaitingwaiting forwaiting for the movingwaiting for the moving of the water?

Green and tender promise

Gently,as by newborn warmth of spring,the mounds of frozen hopeare thawed by Love.

Concrete images

Theconcretesidewalk, tree,car, house, flesh, food:these things that eyes see,ears hear, hands feel,seem so real.

Liberation

aged faceshostile races

Before I called

God's Word is always spoken, as I learnedwhen, through dark hours of confusion, fear,I longed to hear His voice,needed to feel His presence,found myself crying out"Father, please speak to me.