Poems

Supplication

Speak, Father-Mother, God; send forthThy message to my ear;Make me receptive to the call,Conscious that Thou art All-in-all,In deep humility.

They Have Been with Jesus

Yes, they are changed—How kindly do they speak;The crippled beggar stands erectSince they have passed,And surely, yonder blind manIs gazing toward the mountain—seeing!

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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Omnipresence

Lo! I am here and nigh,Saith the Lord God!Not seen with human eye,But in the daily, hourly roundOf common tasks is My way found.

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Humility

Dear Father-Mother God,I come to Thee;I lay my all upon the altar.

Behold, I Stand at the Door

Dear Christ, I heard thee knocking,As with sorrow and pain I strove;I knew that thou wert waiting,With outstretched hand of love.

Turn Thou to God

Does grief surround,And press its aching weight upon thy breast?

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Shared reflections

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Let Me Awake

When night has spent its seeming spellAnd songbirds rise their joy to tell,When crimson dawn the chill mist breaks;My thought awakes!

The Fields Are White

The fields are white to harvest, Jesus said,But those who labor in them, few indeed.

The Seeing Eye

Though dark may seem the way and long,Though doubt and fear oppress, the sighOf woe might find a way to song,Could we but have a seeing eye

Love Never Faileth

There is no burdenLove cannot bear,There is no sorrowLove will not share;There is no darkness,No doubt or despair,No height nor depth,But Love is there.

Awakening

There dawns upon my vision bright,The city which lies foursquare,Where gloom and cloud mar not the light,And there is no night there.

No Night There

Thou need'st not fear the shadows of the night,For soon, to prove their nothingness, the dawnThat comes to banish silent gloom with lightFinds night unreal—its seeming selfhood gone.