Poems

YOUR FATHER HEARS

God listens to our silent prayers;No mortal din can dull His ears:Our daily needs the Lord supplies;Our grateful praise He always hears.

WHO ARE YOU?

IDENTITY is not to be from there or here— from nation, race, profession, place, from poor, from peer.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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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SAFETY

Is it the soft, encircling arm Cradling tiny babe to breast, Or even the branch that keeps from harm Fledgling in the hedgerow nest?

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PERMANENT ADDRESS

WHERE do you want to live?

THE BURNING BUSH

Still in the lone, the desert place There grows the bush that burns with fire And yet is not consumed; no trace Of heat or smoke has singed its spire.

A LESSON FROM MICHELANGELO

He was the greatest sculptor of them all.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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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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RELINQUISHMENT

Be patient, be still.

DEDICATION

Dear God, Thou art the builder.

A SONG OF BETHLEHEM

A village humble, still,The guiding star above;A shepherd on a hill,The mother-heart of love;The child of truth and grace,A world to pacify;An angel song of praise,And God to glorify.

A SIMPLE TRUTH

God is the source of every healing thought.

SYMPHONY

The music of the spheres is heardAs thought is stilled,And all the pathways of the mindBy Love are filled.

OUR PART

Life is expressedby manin joythat nothing can diminish or destroy.