Poems

THE REAL WORLD

When all the ways were gold with sheaves,Or green within a patterned tent.

THE "HIGH AND HOLY PLACE"

Pilgrim, dost seek the high and holy place,Summit of glory, temple of God's grace?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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.

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THE BUILDERS

Just a little game of life, dear—The children building houses out of toys—Block towers rise,'Most to the skies,And then they fall—oh, sorry little girls and boys!

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HUSBANDRY

For the earth bringeth forth fruit of herself; first the blade, then the ear, after that the full corn in the ear.

ON A FLY-LEAF OF SHAKESPEARE

Were there no other proofs for us to see,O mighty Bard, thou and they like to thee,Like th' rainbow proves the sunlight, prove to meThe stature of man's immortality.

MY SHIP

Midnight, and the angry, storm-rocked sea;The mad, wild pageantry of dashing waves.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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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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TRUE SEEKING

To Him who stays the waste of winds and waves,Who shapes the tender forms of flowers and leaves,And in the glow of sky at dawn and nightReflects the vision of a lovelier light,I make my prayer.

DAY BY DAY

As you go upon your way,On your duties day by day,Be you grave or be you gay,—Speak a kindly word!

THE SEAMLESS ROBE

It was my hour of need.

"THINE IS THE GLORY"

To Thee alone the praise,O Love divine!I did but know Thy truth,And let it shine.

THE MORNING

I look to Thee, Thou God of right,My refuge, fortress, my delight,Each breaking day.

THE PRACTITIONER

He dips, and gives from out the well of TruthA quenching draught, when straightway life and youthQuicken to being, as the springtime shootStirs all a-tremble in some brown old root.