Poems

Your place*

As a snake fits its hole,Or a turtle its shell,So there is a placeJust for you as well.

Today and today

I am hathMadeMeOr else myReality were but myth.

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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 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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Wakeful at a small inconvenient hourI thought of the sleepless Ahasueruscommanding his book of recordsbe read to him.

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What hast thou?

What hast thou in the house?

Insight

Insight comesin that infinite instantwhen time and spacedissolve intojust knowingthatGod is.

Joy

Happiness can be made into a list.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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 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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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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Speechless

We work with words all day long,writing, erasing, thinking,squaring them up in books,wrapping them up in newspapers,speaking them—see them here.

Forever free

Suggestioncan't surround me,can't hold mecaptive.

Soul's child

Soul's childI restuntrammeledunfrenziedpoised at tempoin Soul's atmosphere of rhythm.

I pray

Not the mote in my brother's eyeThat I disapprove,But the beam in mine,Dear God, help me remove.

DESIGN

No measures based on mortal laws,No marring discords of decline,Can alter symmetry of TruthOr shift God's beauty of design.

PROVIDENCE

"Feed my sheep," the Master said,Never relinquishing his flockIn which the feeder still is fed.