Poems

God's Day

When trembling chords of human hopesAre silent on the harp of time,In such a moment Love evokesThe melody of Life divine.

Enduring Work

"Blessed is he," the world's wise Master taught,"Whoe'er shall not offended be in me.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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No Discord in Mind

Look out upon the arch of heaven at morn;Behold the starry galaxy at night.

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Forgetting

O troubled heart, regretful of past yearsAnd stain of sin, so long to goodness blind,A message here for thee, to dry thy tears.

Bethlehem

Bethlehem, O Bethlehem,We've journeyed long and far!In our sad hearts new hopes arise,In deep of night, our weary eyesSearch now the purple of thy skiesTo find again thy Star!

Thy Word Is a Light

The day began all gray, with clouds aboutUs everywhere.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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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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"What of the night?"

The sleeper wakes—And though the night be long,It is awakening makesThe morning songSo delicate and dear,To human ear.

Awaken!

Awaken from thy slumber! SeeThe feast of Truth prepared for thee!The healing feast of joy and peace:Partake, dear friend! Thy ills cease!
God of the rolling year! to Thee we raiseA nation's holiest hymn in grateful praise!Plenty and peace abound at Thy behest,Yet wherefore this Thy love?

Walls

Where'er we look with these our fleshly eyes,Great walls deny our view: we look below,And granite leagues forbid us farther go;We look above, and worlds on worlds ariseTo mock our wisdom from the quiet skies;Our backward glances still impervious showBlank walls of birth; and forward peerings growReflective of the mist that forward lies.

Ruth, the Moabitess

To follow Truth, and leave the seeming allFor paths untried in erstwhile alien mead,And see unlessened plenty from ripe harvest fall,Annul the law, By sweat of brow shall be thy bread.

Service Is Joy

One came complaining that the LordHad not vouchsafed him his rewardFor faithful service, lo, these years,But given for guerdon only tears.