Poems

A rose

I picked a single rose and placed it in a vase.
These orange ones piling into red split the stillness of this post-dawn fog and tell me of the loosening that must come in our lives:

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Where is God when bad things happen?

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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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Turn toward the light

Look at that flower, so beautiful and bright.

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My neighbour

My next-door neighbourIs a lighthouse.

Summation

Constant, purposeful,Principle controls the way:firm, abiding strength.

Welcome, daylight!

He who makes the day to dawnnow dawns in us anew;Each sacred thought, each treasured word,brings day* to see us through.

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Anthology of classic articles

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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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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My prayer

God, help me express Your glory—Respond to Your call—In quiet prayer and gratitude,In kindnesses to all.

Retirement

The heavenly-minded never "retire"Like the mortals of this world.

Death's travesty

To think thatmancould ever be putbeneaththesod;whenmanis unborn,the image, the likeness of God!

What I would like to do

What I would like to do is start again:Be a more faithful servant,Put first things first,Render unto Caesar and to God the appropriate things,Love myself enough to love my neighbor well.

VIVA!*

My neighbortore my trellis down:It lay there broken,all dark brown.
Once, my soulthrough gloomy roads was walking.