Poems

SACRAMENT

Beside the Galilean seaThe Master blessed the humble food.
How shall we come before the Lord?

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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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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TO A PRACTITIONER

Out of the night,The long, long night.

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GOD'S DEAR BEHESTS

Dear God, we comeTo Thee in humble prayer,And leave the sumOf all things in Thy care.

UNFOLDMENT

To understand your Father's wayAnd know yourself as perfect man,Strive now for good.

THE VICTOR

As morning follows darkest nightAnd shadows flee away,So error falls before the dawnOf Love's eternal day;The flowers bloom and fields are ripeWhere desolation lay.

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Anthology of classic articles

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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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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ENABLE ME TO GIVE

O Thou , the Giver of all good,Enable me to give the gemOf kindness to my neighborhood,As did Thy Son of Bethlehem;So that Thy gifts are understoodThrough me, Thy child, in sharing them.

THOUGHTS

Fresh as the sparkling waterfallWhose silvery streams of lightGleam on the dullness of the cragAnd make the scene more bright,

DIVINE COMFORT

Who told you he was dead?

WHEN I ASK FOR HELP

I must in consecration askAnd strive to lift my thought aboveThe transient dream;Turn humbly to my Father-Mother LoveWith childlike trust;The moments dedicate anewThat I may know the victory once againOf good, and wakeJoyous and free at last from fear and pain—Thus truth I seek.

DAY OF REJOICING

Father, no weary hour is mine;No sadness cumbers me;Thy loving-kindness gives me strengthAnd joy unceasingly.

A WATERED GARDEN

My consciousness was barren ground, a wasteWhere nothing flourished but a spurious cropOf false belief.