Poems

Thy Armor

Those who have heard the voice of Truth,And know the better way;Are well prepared, with armor on,To prove His truth each day.

My Father Knoweth

I know not what my needs may be,My needs apart from wayward wants.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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That wondrous peace which Jesus heldAlways inviolateLifted him high above the stormsOf cruelty and hate—Forsaken by his followers,Abandoned to his fate.

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Communion

Hast thou grown weary of the lifeless creeds,Devoid of inspiration, vision, power?

Protection

Why need I fear to go aloneTo places strange and far away?

I Find Love Everywhere

I find Love everywhere;If I cast out a hateful mood,A selfish thought, and look for good,I find Love there.

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Shared reflections

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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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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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Eternal Noon

Eternally the sun of Truth shines onIn full effulgence—Never a dim rayMars the bright beauty of the perfect wayWherein we walk.

"Come unto me"

"Come unto me"—What admonition could there sweeter be?

Sanctuary

Since God is Love, then everywhereIs sanctuary for a prayer.

Peace

O troubled heart that prayeth for the morning,Yet seeth but the travail and the night,Still do earth's shadows flee before that mandateWhich stirred creative dawn, Let there be light!

"I am the way"

You who, alone, live out your human dayLonging to find a comrade on the way,Listen! for many friendly feet are therePacing the very path that you must share.

Grace

Give us this day our daily bread.