Poems

Healing

When one has felt the influence of Love,Emerging from his earthly, finite shell,To touch the hem of Truth's own robe, 'tis wellThat he should ponder deep those things aboveEarth's understanding, seek to find the sourceAnd fountain-head from which has come to himThat peace which passes understanding, dimTo mortal sense.

Now!

Our God shall wipe away all tears,Smooth furrows from the brow,Assurance give in place of fears,Not afterward—but now.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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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Morning

"This is the day which the Lord hath made.

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Today

I wake and greet the morn with thoughts of Thee,Knowing Thy ever-presence leadeth me.

Invitation of the Reading Room

To the tired travelerOn the dusty road,Wearied by the toiling,Burdened by the load,There's an invitationTo a feast divine;There's a voice that's saying:Stranger, come and dine!

Today

The day the Lord hath made is here.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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Taught of God

Teach me to hear Thy voiceAmid the voices.

Home

Home is the consciousness of goodThat holds us in its wide embrace;The steady light that comforts usIn every path our footsteps trace.
As from the fitful sea the Lord returns,The sick folk press him close, and many poor,With others sad and weary, seek his help.

Substantiality

Can we inform the perfect MindOf aught He has not yet bestowedOf blessings—more than we accept?

Unto the Light

Because Thou hast made the rays of Truth to shineInto my darkened thought,I shall arise with every battle fought,Unto the light—Into the freedom of Thy truth divine.

Thy Wilderness Shall Joyful Be

Wide spaces of a distant land forlorn,Dim in the world's gray morn,Darkness without a star, without a light,Nor shade, nor shelter, in the scorching sunOf midday heat—and when the day is doneLoneliness, fear, and doubt come with the night!And yet, the seer of oldIn shining words foretold,The wilderness shall blossom as the rose,Joy in the solitary place shall be—Instead of thorns shall grow the myrtle tree—And shadow of a rock for your repose.