Poems

Let! Let!

"Let this mind be in you,which was also in Christ Jesus.

When I awoke in the morning

When I awoke in the morningand thought of the hours ahead—the deeds to be done,decisions taken,the tumble of words to be said—when I thought of my long day'sjourney into night.

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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 Wednesday night

Outside, the rain fell,refreshing the dry grass,replacing the warm air withcool sweet breezes.

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Lost and found

Lost?

Noticing miracles

Not just in healings of the sick,and raising of the living dead.

Listening for God

My tongue says, "I can't!"I just sit there and cry.

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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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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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If I had been Abraham

that fearful day,what would I have thought,what prayed,loading firewood upon the lad—upon my only son?

Expanded view

Once I conceived of here as there,As when instead of now.

A calm so deep

When seas of mortal thought are churned,I often see, floating above tempestuous wave-lashan idea—the possibility conceived of calm—a calm so deep the seas are only whispers now.

O sons! O daughters!

"O Timothy,".

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.