Poems

The Call

Arise, strike off thy fetters!Be error's thrall no more.

The New Day

Lord , when the wistful gray of new day—breakingDeepens to joyous gold,—maturer morn,—Gladly my heart, its fears of night forsaking,Turneth to Thee, in whom all hope is born.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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Fear Nothing

Fear nothing, freedom least of all.

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At Rest

On twig and bough,In tiny nest,Each little birdIs safe at rest,Love's watchful eye beholding.

Inward Life

O'er broad white fields the gusty North Wind blewAgainst the beeches iron-limbed and gray,And hurled its darts, and snowy mounds upthrew;Nor yet one fluttering banner took away.
Broad meadows clothed with tenderest green,And patient trees their leaves just showing.

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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 III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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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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Her Birthday

Every day is your birthday, dear;Every day in all the yearThe loving Father gives to youBirthday gifts all fresh and new:Joyous life that cannot cease,Blessed truth that bringeth peace,Love that doth all good increase.

He is Risen!

In the shining, heavenward wayWhite-robed lilies bloom to-day,Waxen petals, full of grace,Bear the message now we trace,He is Risen!

An Easter Carol

Open wide the eastward windowsTo the Resurrection morn;Hearken to the deep thought-musicIn the rose-pearl silence born.
And can I lack?

Christ, Come Again

It is true, then, that Thou dost comeAs in that age, remote and past,When stormy seas and strident blastWere trodden down and driven dumb?

Love's Guidance

My shepherd is the King most high; My every want He doth supply,