Poems

THE PRODIGAL THOUGHT

Father, I said, give me my inheritance,All the things I own,To spend freely, live as I choose, go my way.

WINDOW THOUGHTS

Suppose I close the blinds.

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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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MY PRAYER

Not what others ought to beBut only what I need to seeDear God, reveal to me.

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APOSTLES

Do I love enough to withholdthe silver and the gold?

MORNING OF A HEALING

Awake—to a sure dominion,a wholeness.

With God

Without God I could do nothing.

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Shared reflections

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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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.
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

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.