Poems

Loveliness

Wouldst thou lovely be?

Awakening

I stand alone in shadows gray,As morning wakes to golden light;I stand alone with outstretched arms,To greet a day of promise bright.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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Soul-filled Years*

What are years?

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Kindness

Kindness seeks no recompenseFor word, or thought, or deed;Brighter eyes and lighter stepsAll other thanks exceed.

There is No Time

There is no time;Eternal winds are blowingAbout thee now;Oh, heed their gentle touchAnd rest in Love, forever knowingThere is no time!

Our Sufficiency

Enough of Love to heal us every day,Enough of joy to cheer us on our way,Enough of Truth to be our strength and stay!

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Shared reflections

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Changing your world

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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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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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Love's Likeness

If we aspire to love arightOur brother, ever knowingThat Christ is man's true prototype,His name on all bestowing,

Love's Channels

Far on the other side of arid wasteWhich stood betwixt my brother-man and me,I saw him stand and, bowed in deep distress,Reach out his hands and call imploringly.

The Promise

They must have felt, who saw him first in Nazareth,The power of Life that waits to triumph over death.
One of the gifts the Wisemen brought to the little Lord Jesuswas gold;Poured they out at his baby feet a treasure of wealth untold;Naught recked he of the wealth they bore—nor yet doth he care to-dayFor golden store, save grateful hearts their gifts on his alter lay.

Greater Love

When the silver bells are pealing,Softly o'er my spirit stealing,Breaks a cadence sweet, compelling,Every dream of earth dispelling:'Tis the Christ-love born anew!

A Prayer

This is my prayer, dear God, each day,That I may love and help all those who camemy way,And teach them that the pathway up to TheeIs one of glorious freedom—liberty.