Poems

OUR MASTER PROPHET

Destroy the law, the prophets?
How glad we are for this loved roomWherein the heart may bring to bloomRefreshing thoughts that spell releaseAnd unreal cares replace with peace.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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CANA

You saw the water redding,Traveler, at Cana?

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PRAYER FOR COMMUNION SUNDAY

I lay my heart on the altar of Love.

GUIDANCE

I sought by human will one dayTo walk the path in my own way,But wisdom bade me pause and waitFor Mind's unfailing light to guideMe in the narrow way and straightWith Love's own presence at my side.

ETERNITY

We have eternity.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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ONE

With but one God, and that one good,We know our Father's motherhood.

HE PURGETH IT

Is it for this I am wounded?

GOD'S GIFT

We seemed to live within a crumbling worldWhere honest work brought no abiding gainAnd where, adventuring, all our schemes were hurledAs dust to dust—our labor spent in vain.

I COULD REJOICE

Although there seemed to beearth tears for me.

LOVE ALONE IS POWER

Put up thy sword.

A PRAYER

Let all that is unlike Truth witheras the rootless treeAnd vain advice be still.