Poems

"Art thou he that should come?

In the Pharisee's House

Mary's heart was like a frightened birdSnared in the underbrush of shame and sinWhen Jesus' quick, illuminating wordUnloosed it from a dark indiscipline.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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It Need Not Be

There is no law of LoveThat sanctions shadows of the night.

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Housework

With Love dissolveThe fingerprints of hateThat smear the windowpaneOf consciousness;For Truth's bright rays,Unhindered, penetrateTo purify, to heal,Enrich, and bless.

God's Presence

Dear God, I feel Your presence every day,Directing me in what I do and say,Lifting my thought above all doubt and fearInto the holy, cleansing atmosphereOf Love, where wisdom, touching everything,Is making my whole world rejoice and sing.

"Thy will be done"

Let each one pray, "Thy will be done,"Let spiritual sense abide in meTill victory over sin is won.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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 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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In a Literature Distribution Room

Here in this upper room,Where willing hands prepareThe messengers of Truth,The silence is a prayer.

Testimony

It is so little, Lord, the widow's mite,This faltering word of thanks that I would speak.

Beauty Is Unfading Good

Whither?

And When They Began

They rose up early in the morn;They heard their leader's voice;Obediently the singers praisedThe beauty of God's holiness,The mercy that endures.

Love's Blessing

"Speak , Master, that my brother may divideHis bountiful inheritance with me.

Gabriel

I rose up when I heard the trumpet callTo march with Michael and his host.