Poems

SAFETY

No corroding condemnationgnaws or nibbleswhen compassion and forgivenessform the pitch of mercyto seal the ark within.

Can I Speak Your Language?

Right wherewe areEvery momentGod speaksTo all of us.

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Changing your world

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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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God's thoughts are mine to use, and used,Thought becomes the real to meAnd consciousness more truly IThan flesh-based claims could ever be

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EXPECTANT

Did he think that these two fishers from Galileewere rich—wealthy enough to give silver to a beggar?
Memory plays its reruns:"She didn't speak kindly to me.

"LET THIS MIND BE IN YOU"

Satisfactionnever grows bygoing some wheredoing some thingor more material getting.

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Shared reflections

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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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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BEFORE THE DAWN

Before the dawnthe song began!Before the sweep of light—no matter if it was moments or more—this backyard birdsang, knowing;his melody a harbinger.
not only the recognizedjoy of giving,sharing, loving, living,but also that pureand honest joythat floods the heartupon awaking—that joy that is therefor no visibleor invisible reasonbut is simply therebecause it belongs there—and is there—that joy that rushes upand dazzles visionwith sunlighton the darkest day—that joy that truly is myselfmy natural way

THE TREE

of all.

THE MASTERPIECE

I had a vision in my heartTo help humanityBy something I could do—I'd draw.

THE BEGINNING

The only beginningthe Father began.

SPIRITUAL NICHE

Right placeis nota spacebuta grace.