Poems

Evening light

I dismiss myself, spentfrom my cubicled daywhile the winter sky foldsinto layers pink and graysettling downfor the night.

Here

stopbe stilland shut out noise and glare

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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 Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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A certain dawn

On earth, as it turns, we see the sun rise then disappear

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On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.
May I meekly bend when the winds push hard, may I bow as low as I must go, may I kneel in patient waiting, listening, thankful, till Your strong arm lifts me up.

Troubleshooting

On still days when country telephonewires go south, go home, go quietly away intothe woods, a certain little brown bird appears,hopping and flying by starts, following the line,trying out each pole.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Heaven everywhere

"t" looks like a crossand acts like a cross,for when added to "here"

WHAT A DAY!

This is my day,Yes, this is my day.

You can be sure

I wakened, fearful, in the dark,But did not seek a lamp.

Borne upon wings

On single stanchion worn silver smoothby seasons' steady turning he pauses.

The enemy within

I went to Berlinto see what Lovewould show me, and myown walls came tumbling down.

Comfort

Shortly after the terrorist bombing of 1998 in Omagh, Northern Ireland, the homeland of the author of this poem, Brian Kissock, recorded these words as a healing response to the grief that followed—including his own for several good friends who were lost in that tragedy.