Poems

"Immortal cravings"*

Cannot be fed by nouvelle cuisinematerial statusor yet another trip,for the heart's deeper yearnings arefed only by the bread of Life,the practical understanding of Truth,the angel food of Love,which change the base ofthought and life from flesh to Spirit,nudging life ever upwardtoward the ever-at-homespiritual idea forever at onewith the all-embracingFather-Mother God.

To the wakeful one

If in the past-midnight darkness nagging unhealedworries angers fearssorrows pains doubtsfrom which your up-and-at-'em/off-and-runningdaytime busying successfully (you thought)cloaked and shielded younow—unbidden—prick you to uneasyall-unwilling half-awakeness,why lingerwallowing, drifting, resisting, postponinginevitable confrontationthe active Christ in you demands?

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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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A little prayer

Ah, patient God,if we but knewwith deeper consciousnesshow good You are, how true,that we might bind ourselveswith stronger tiesto Love's great heart.

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When?

As thoughts of limitation builtwalls of gloom,I turned to my Bible and found only.

Continuing call

Good news, friend! Christ's peacesings its fresh-start message: Wake!Rejoice! Man is free!

Horizon

Look yonder.

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Shared reflections

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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 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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What do I ask when I pray?

What man.

Steadfast Love

Steadfast Love,that's what You are,my Father and my friend.

Thought for raiment

These children weavethrough the warp of my prayerskeins of what they really areshuttling through my heartfrom tree house to closetfrom faucet to swingsfrom attic to cellarmy loom all day long singsImmanuelImmanuelImmanuel—not demandingI unthreadthis handiwork of hometo tabernacle with God—but letting all I dofor His little onesenlarge the borders of loveseamlessly.

That's entertainment!

What a terrible party!I had invited into my home.

Land of promise

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Home at last

I strayed.