Poems

OTHER SHEEP

"Other sheep I have,Which are not of this fold:"The Master once toldThe handful of menWho followed him then.
When thou liest down,thou shalt not be afraid:yea, thou shalt lie down,and thy sleep shall besweet.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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"SEEK YE FIRST ... "

I cannot seek again for worldly things.

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GOD'S PEACE

Winds,Waves,A little ship at sea.

BEARERS OF THE PEARL

Fear of ridicule can lose us many things.

Love Enough

Father-Mother God has many, many children—He loves them all.

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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.

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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 Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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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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REBUKE

Words we do not care to hearSometimes comeFrom someone dear.

Hey old grump

Hey Old Grump…don’t you know…?

IDENTITY

Not self-bound—but boundless thought;not matter's poundof flesh, tentatively sought—but boundless, boundlessthought.

THE ROAD HOME

You sit alone in the summer nightwith the engine running, thinking Why—Why did all this happen?
How it must be leftuntold, untouched, unbreathed-upon.
My motive in teachingis reaching—