Poems

Father , I thank Thee for these clearer raysOf Truth, the evening radiance and morning glow.

Confidence

Above the storms of passionAnd murmurs of self-will,The voice of Truth still whispersThe message, Peace, be still;And through the night of sorrowUpon life's restless sea,Love calms the waves of error,In silent victory.

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Shared reflections

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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 The Christian Science Monitor (Copyright)]

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Evensong

DEAR Father-Mother Love, the day is ending—Day that began anew with praise to Thee; Dawn touched the mountain peaks to rose; descending, Tinged the blue mist of valley gloriously.

"The poppies of Flanders"

HE is not there; beneath the flowers of sleep He knows nor sleep nor dull forgetfulness.

My Garden

I KNOW a hidden garden, where In Mind's sweet solitude, Pure thoughts unfold like flowers rare, And nothing thrives but good.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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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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"Neither do I condemn thee"

IN song, in speech, and in story, Sounds ever the sad refrain: The bird with the broken pinion Soars never so high again!

Truth's Prism

It glistens in the mellow glow of God's unending morn, A beacon star to light the way for legions yet unborn.

Thanks

For the great sky and the great seaAnd all the great strong things there be,We thank Thee, Lord!

Out of the Depths

Where art Thou, Lord?

Truth Triumphant

No more do mortals grope in vainTo find God's guiding hand;For Truth has conquered sin and painAnd all their alien band.

Alone, Yet Not Alone

Have friends forsaken thee?