Poems

TWO PRAYERS

One in the prison-house of erring thought,Where darkness reigned through the unlighted year,In stress and tears, for his own worship, wroughtA frowning God of vengeance and of fear.
If we sit down at set of sunAnd count the things that we have done,And counting findOne self-denying act, one wordThat eased the heart of him who heard,One glance most kind,That fell like sunshine where it went,Then we may count the day well spent.

Audio Collection

A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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.

View other Collections →

EXALTATION

Ofttimes, when meditation steeps my heartIn harmony and hush and ambient light,I seem to stand apartFrom thoughts that to my duller moods respond;Like some lone watcher, leaning out of nightTo glean one shaft of glory far beyond.

Write for JSH

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

Write for JSH

MY HARP

A silent harp is mine.

ASK FOR TODAY

Ask for today: tomorrow ne'er will come.

THE PATH OF JOY

With eagerness he sought the path of joy.

Audio Collection

Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

Audio Collection

Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

View other Collections →

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 →

Write for JSH

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

Write for JSH

MY HOME AND CHURCH

This is my home,—the consciousness of good,Filled with the love of all earth's brotherhood—A quiet resting-place, safe and secure;A home which hath foundations and is sure.

BROTHERHOOD

There was a time when, in my selfish pride,I watched the world go by.
Sometimes, I ween, the Master smiled—There budded in his eyes a glowWhich on his lips bloomed sweet and slowTo win a little child.
The wisdom of this world, so Paul once said,Is foolishness with God! And still men poreO'er lettered Dead Sea fruit and sigh the moreFor something lacking in the volumes read;There's a heart-hunger that demandeth bread!There is a thirsting for the perfect law;Yet vainly searching man tries many a door,Only to turn away uncomforted.

ILLUMINATION

Night covered me.

REASSURANCE

God's thought is not our thought, His infinite careDeviseth ways and means beyond our ken,And all unseen by our blind selves, as when—In spite of seeming darkness here or there—A waiting glory showeth us how fairHis slightest promise is; how groping menMay know His tender love, or now or then,And in this love find rest beyond compare.