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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Shared reflections

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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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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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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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 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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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.