Poems

THE VISION OF TRUTH

What traveler, wand'ring through some murky town,Begrimed with dirt and grim with lurking crime,But bears within him visions of a climeWhere peace and beauty vale and mountain crownWith gentle radiance, and the city's gownA robe of glory is; where hate nor timeHolds any slaves, where being is sublime,And Love knows neither nor jealous frown?
God's spirit falls on me as dewdrops on the rose,If I but like a rose my heart to Him unclose.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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WORK

Each common duty, like a crystal cup,With life's elixir foaming, brimmeth o'er.

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WHENCE AND WHITHER

This life a dream, with an awakeningInto the truth of thinking, hearing, seeing?

THE LITANY OF LIGHT

Enfold , my heart, the harmonyThat falls from harps above;The hosts of hate storm not thy gate,Since all is Love.

DEFINITIONS OF WAR

Argument by cannon, with death as referee.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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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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"NOW IS COME SALVATION."

What shall I render?

WHAT THE MASTER SAYS TO ME

Can you hear the whisper low — in the trees,Just at nightfall, when the sighing evening breezeFills the sacred moments with repose?

AT CHRISTMAS-TIDE

At Christmas-tide men's hearts grow kind,The Bethlehem babe restrains their pride:The whole world feels the Christ-child's mindAt Christmas-tide.
[At this time.
In Book III.

A GARDEN HYMN

My garden glowsWith flowers of God's adorning,His goodness showsThis lovely sunlit morning.