Poems

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ATTAINMENT

ELLEN ALMIRA DOW.

No longer strive thyself to run in moldPreparéd for another man; nor makeA model for thyself; but gladly takeThe matchless form that man has borne of oldWhen morning stars with song did dawn enfold,And sons of God with shouts of joy did breakThe silence of the spheres and echoes wakeThat through the æons ring in dale and wold.
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THE VOICE OF TRUTH

KATHARINE T. PORTER

As, looking overhead, sometimes we seeTwo galaxies of clouds, not keeping companyBut going diverse ways;As listening to music, played in many partsClear to the listening ear and gentle hearts,Beneath and quite apart, no other sound can drownA low, sweet, tender monotone:So, when Love friends together brings,To outward ear discussing many things,But still their hearts unite in universal love,Finding its tranquil in God above,Be silent thou, and bend a listening ear!Apart from mortal sense, a song of peace thou'lt hear,God's undercurrent in the mental air.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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THE EMPTY TOMB

EVELYN GAGE KNIFFIN

Why weepest thou?

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THE CHOICE

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH

I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life.
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SERVICE

MARY I. MESECHRE.

How may I best attain the high idealOf Christly service, of true helpfulness,That daily, hourly, as the way I follow,I may each needy brother cheer and bless?
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"A NEW SONG."

FRANCIS E. FALKENBURY.

The weary snow and slush lay on the road,The winter sun smiled wanly all in vain,It could not lift the bitter dragging loadThat lay upon my heart with numbing pain.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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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.

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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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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COMFORT ME

LAURA GERAHTY

Comfort me, Lord, that I may beSome comfort to another;That on his darkness I may shedLight for a stumbling brother.
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"THE DARKNESS IS PAST."

ADIN E. BALLOU

O icy wind, from snow-clad mountains blowing,From summits where the winter still holds sway,In the chill freedom of your ebb and flowingIs felt no promise of the coming May.
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TRUE PEACE

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS

One day when all went wrong, I humbly cried:Why do I feel this nameless blame, dear Lord,—Must I still conquer hate, or fear, or pride?
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THE BLESSINGS OF TODAY

EVELYN SYLVESTER KNOWLES.

The fields of corn are peaceful 'neath the burning August sun;The languid rivers placid as their gentle course they run;The loitering bees, the swallows drifting through the drowsy air,Give not a hint of browning leaves nor winter's crystal glare!
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THE MASTER'S WORK

J. W. DEANE

My Master's work would not be done Should my hand slack, or fail my feet Love's calls to heed, His errands run; On should I halt with message sweet To hungering hearts and souls downcast, Their wounds to stanch, their ills to mend, Nor drop Love's blessings sure and fast And be to them who need a friend.
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"ADAM, WHERE ART THOU?"

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH.

The word of Spirit, wafted on the windOf Eden's evening bowers and sunset trees—The eternal tone of Truth, that is behindThe dark discord of earth's inharmonies—Trembling they heard it—and we hear it now,Probing the darkness—"Adam, where art thou?