Poems

"The humble servant of the restful Mind" —What higher service could one ever find?

A Hymn

Sweet violets springing into birth,With timely showers that bathe the earth;The birds all caroling in songTheir early praises, loud and long,In purest melody—Should they not our devotion wake,And from each heart its burden take;Bring joy and comfort to abideWhere selfishness is prone to hide,Breaking Life's harmony?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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If God is Really God to Me

If God is really God to me,There is no binding pain;For His great presence, realized,Brings sweetest peace again.

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The Master's Prayer

A score of centuries agoRose that all-loving plea,In little walled Jerusalem,My Master's prayer for me.

What is My Home?

What is my home?

The Hilltops

Through the valleys of depression,O'er the verdant plains of peace,Love is leading us so gentlyOn to joys that never cease.

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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 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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As a Little Child

A child did sing of birds and flowers,Crooned to himself a melody,All to himself, in quiet joy,Smiling, as though he did not see

The Spoken Word

O Father , teach me how to stillThe clamorings of sense, and fillMy place as listener;That I may hear Thy voice and growTo understand Thy word, and soBecome Thy messenger.

The Awakening

I sat in silence deep,Before the wondrous thoughtThat God is Life.

"Neither do I condemn thee"

They brought her to the Master—hurried her,Confused, and all unready with her plea,Into the presence of the gracious one.

Love's Smile

There 's the smile that 's above and around us, the smile of God's presence and power,Which reflected in beauty and goodness, bears token of Love's priceless dower.

Tenderness

As fragrance fills the air around some spotWhere lilies bloom in loveliness and peace,Their grace and beauty speaking of the strengthThat struggles through the darkness up to light,And bears its praise and gratitude to God,So tenderness doth permeate the strengthBestowed by Spirit, and bespeaks, sweetly,Love's blossoming within a life liftedFrom soil of sense and darkness into light,A life whose joy is grounded deep in TruthAnd bears its praise and gratitude to God.