Poems

Radiant Day

He who rides the winds of timeMeasuring hoursDarkens day;As a lighted lamp gone out,So is that day.

After Treatment

The substance and the inspiration last:The work is of the present, not the past.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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By the Christ-Road

Do you think to help His might?

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Sanctuary

This day I make my homeWhere thoughts of quiet, come.

God Waits

God waits.

Come Home

My son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine;Thy brother left my house of love, his heritage divine,And sought in alien lands afar the recompense of life;My son, thy brother found not peace but suffering and strife.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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 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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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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Undisturbed

When we are glad within, though sense would sayOur world is bleak and all our skies are gray,We surely then have touched the fringe of heaven,And tasted joys that Spirit, Soul, has given.

Not Missing

Dear one, lose not your faith and joy,For he is God's own child—that boyCounted as missing.

One Simple Prayer

Oh, I have learned the joy it is to walkWith Love divine and let the dear Christ talk;To listen, ere I take my outlined way,And know Mind leads me each unfolding day.

How Great Is That Beauty!

How great is that beauty, the beauty of Mind,Each thought ever loving, its law always kind.

The Closed Door

Prayer is a temple,A quiet place where I may goFor rest and peace.

Tiberias

Peter, that tormented nightBy the black Tiberian Sea,Grieved that no more in his sightLived the Master's ministry.