Poems

Messengers

Twas nothing but a common little flower—A bit of bloom beside the dusty way—Yet of its best bestowing hour by hour,The cheer it gave the traveler, who can say!

The Call

I heard a great cry that went up toward heaven,As if from human hearts by bitter painAnd ill-rewarded toil and grief oppressed.

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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 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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Right Desire

BECAUSE my being everlastinglyIs in Thine image, and to do Thy willSustains me, for Thou gently leadest me,I know Thine omnipresence, and am still.

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Confidence

AND if tomorrow come, I shall not fear.

So Near is God

O CHILD , though dark the night, Lift thought above the sod; Look up and see the light– So near is God!

Peace

And Thou wilt keep his life in perfect peaceWhose mind is ever on Thy goodness stayed.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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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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The Free Gift

Freely ye have received, so freely give—Thus said the Master, many years ago.

The Oil of Joy

In Thee, O God, abides eternal gladness,The oil of joy for mourning, grief, and care;True beauty for the ashes of earth's sadness,The garment of Thy praise for dull despair.
O quiet shelter from the heat of day,Where weary ones athirst may come and drinkThe living waters flowing peacefully,And gain fresh views of how to work and think!And then, refreshed, they sally forth to fightAnew life's battle, primed for victoryO'er every ill that would obscure the sightOf heaven now and here eternally.

Signs of Dawn

As fading beams of waning moon,And rosy hues of morning,Announce to wakening bird and beeA fresh, new day is dawning,So fading dreams of error's night,And gleams of Truth appearing,Reveal to calm and holy faithLove's perfect reign is nearing.

Footsteps of Love

Where walks supernal Love today?

Protection

OH, Thou almighty power above,Who rulest us alone with love,Thou, now and ever, be our guide,Thy wisdom sure, all good betide;May we no error, sin, or painAccept, or falsely entertain;No sorrow, gloom, or sudden fearBe near us while sojourning here;May Thy dear love keep sin away,And lighten for us every day.