Poems

"Let there be light"

The mist that would obscure the rightIs false belief;God's first command, "Let there be light,"Still brings relief.

Wisdom

Just to be quiet, just to be kind,Just to be patient a little longer—To wait a bit for the children's feet,And to hold their hands till they grow stronger;Then ripe age shall have memories sweet.

Audio Collection

Shared reflections

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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.

View other Collections →

Compassion

What was your secret, Lord, when miracles you wrought,The secret when victoriously you foughtAll evil, or the little children caught     Into your arms, O Lord?

Write for JSH

Inspired by this poem? Consider writing and sharing your own! Find out more by visiting Writer’s Corner.

Write for JSH

Watching and Praying

To live, dear Lord, as thou would'st have me live;To pray each day, "Thy kingdom come,"—to giveMy every thought to help, to heal, to bless,—Oh, may I learn this prayer of selflessness!

Songs in the Night

Another day, with its recurring roundOf good and ill, had slowly rolled awayUpon the wheels of time.

Then Came the Dawn

As flowers droop beneath the pelting rain,So, in adversity's correcting showers,I bowed my face to earth and felt the painOf disappointed hopes and tear-filled hours.

Audio Collection

A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

Audio Collection

A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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.

View other Collections →

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.

View other Collections →

Write for JSH

Inspired by this poem? Consider writing and sharing your own! Find out more by visiting Writer’s Corner.

Write for JSH

Witnesses

Where dwellest thou?

What Can I Give?

In gratitude that perfect Love is here,Bestowing every blessing full and free,I ask, What can I give, O Love most dear?

Love Leadeth Me

O Love divine that leadeth meO'er mountains high, through valleys deep,No thought of fear my heart shall fillWhile watch and ward Thy angels keep.

Hitherto

Hitherto the promise has not failed us;Hitherto Thy strength has been our stay;We felt the guiding hand of Love and wisdom—We found the manna ready, day by day.

A Prayer

Oh , give me understanding, Lord,That I may goTo those who have not heard Thy name,That they may know.

Supply

Long years ago in the still morning lightA boat lay rocking on the waters bright,And fishermen in deep and silent thoughtInto the ship their broken nets had brought.