Poems

"Thy Will Be Done"

"Thy will be done," I read one careless day, And thought, if thus I pray a slave I' ll be;
We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From graven stone and written scroll, From all the flower-fields of the soul: And, weary seekers of the best, We come back laden from our quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mother read.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Life and Death

So he died for his faith.

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The Burn

Go forth upon thy journey, little one, Make haste and run; Long miles on miles thy liquid foot must creepEre thou have leave to sleep.

Why Should'st Thou Fear?

Why should'st Thou fearWhen God is near?
By ea and plain and mountain will spread the larger creed,The love that knows no border, the bond that knows no breed;

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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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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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Sincerity

Waste not thy being, back to HimWho freely gave it, freely give.

June

June , thou month of roses and fragrance sweet,When nature's offerings on every side we greet,O'er hill and dale, the wild flowers scattered free.

The Real Man

Out of all mists,Into all Light;Out of all wrong,Into the Right;Out of things false,Into the true;Out of death's clutch,Into Life new.

My Offering

Dear God, how can I serve Thee best?

Three Penitents

One tarried by the gatewayTo listen for the call;One stood within the portalTo chide a faith so small;
Not what we give, but what we share—For the gift without the giver is bare;Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,—Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.