Poems

"Why weepest thou?"

It is a shattering thing to see our joy,Our fairest earthly hope, lie dashed and dead;To stand beside the sepulcher and weep,And feel the baffled weariness of grief.

Teach Me to Wait

Teach me to wait, dear Lord, and so restrainThe hasty wordThat only brings regret, and should remainUnthought, unheard.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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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Communion

As the chime of the golden bells,When Aaron entered the Holy of HoliesIn the ancient Hebrew tabernacle,O'er listening silence, purest melody—So is love divine within the heart.

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Love's Plan

A rose unfolds its petals day by day,Its growth invisible to mortal eye;So opens out for us God's ordered way,Already settled, while we vainly tryTo plan our lives.

Witness

Witness of one eternal God,Children of constancy,Untouched by either time or spaceIn Mind's infinity.
As the dew at morning's dawningShall Thy Word distill,Giving hope and fresh endeavorTo obey Thy will.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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Shared reflections

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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 Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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True Charity

I would improve my stock of love, that IMight break the bread of Life with those who need;And I would give a cup of water coldTo parched lips, in Christ's name, as we read.

Thy Will

Through human will I oft have lost the way;Have fallen in the dark and wept the while.

The Promise

Where'er a flower lifts up its faceIn sweetness, purity, and grace,And scents the air;Where'er a bird soars on the wing,Or, joyous, on the bough doth sing,Lord, Thou art there.

The Reading Room

Through this gracious portalThe weary, burdened heartMay leave the surge and turmoil,And rest awhile apart.

A Child Talks with God

I am Thy child, Thy little one;I know this, Father, for I feel Thy careAround me all the day:At home, at school, and on the wayBetween.

Supply

I will not labor for tomorrow's bread,Sufficient for today is my supply;For He who once the hosts of Israel fedWith manna, which fell unseen from the sky,Still feeds His children as He did of yore,From out His infinite, unfailing store.