Poems

Poem

Things Substantial

GERTRUDE TILDEN-THOMPSON

The artist true paints not the world he seesWith eyes grown dim at scanning faultful things;But to the landscape, face, and form he bringsThe eyes of soul, to him real nature's keys.
Poem

"Thou art ever-present"*

LAURA GERAHTY

Out o'er a blood-stained field I wander far,To succor one I love and bring him home,Repeating still, through pain and death and war,"Thy kingdom come.

Audio Collection

Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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.

View other Collections →

Poem

Contrast

ALAN ALEXANDER DICK

At Truth's command forth from the tomb again, Whom the last foe had held four long sad days, One came; yet limited in many ways, Through human aid his freedom to attain.

Write for JSH

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

Write for JSH

Poem

Only

MINNA MATHISON

It was only a drop of dewThat watered the heart of a rose ;But the rose bloomed out her gracious span,A thing of beauty and praise for man,In her fragrant garden close.
Poem

The Holy City

GERTRUDE RING HOMANS

For the sake of the city that is to be,Keep patient when things go wrong;The very one who displeases theeShall join his breve to the songWhich is swelling into a jubileeFrom the throats of a countless throng.
Poem

Sunset Light

ANNA DEWEY-MC NUTT

Glad of the day! My day!It is not always bright;Not always do my roses bloom,Nor all my songs ring right.

Audio Collection

Shared reflections

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

Audio Collection

Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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

Write for JSH

Poem

Understanding

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

O thou that seemest tossed by wind and waveOn error's threatening sea, nor succor nearTo lift thine anxious thought, o'erwhelmed with fear,And from the tempest in thine own heart save!Could thou but know thou art indeed no slave,Nor error real and potent; could appearUnto thy consciousness Truth's wondrous cheer,Unvanquished by aught evil, e'en the grave,—