Poems

Prayer for an infant

Father, let my infant understanding grow,Strong in the spirit of Truth.

To God's messengers

Our lives are often lit by the lampsOf other people's kindness,So when hope grows dimThey kindle it afresh:Like warm, shaded lamps,Afloat in the dark poolOf an uncurtained room,They beckon us homeward.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

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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A willow by the watercourse

I remember the sapling we planted—So slender, fragile and small.

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Like rare jewels

Spiritual ideasLike rare jewelsStartle!Tumbling, polishing,Refining, truthTransforms.

Lighthouse—my house

The sea is dark.

His nearness

God's nearnessdoes not comeand go.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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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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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Remember Hagar?

When waterfor herself and sonwas spentin a desert placeHagar weptnot seeingthe here and nowof supply.

On course

Father, tame my restlessness,The urge to move too fast,Reluctance, also, to listen.

Beautiful names

In the New Orleans twilightshe called her boys at playbeyond the wrought-iron fences—"Strawberry, Pleiades, come to supper.

Preludes

Long before the graying eastern skyreveals the coming dawn,the birds know;

Christ's healing art

Instant in season, out of season.

Learning love

In loving we learn to love,without fear of hurt or worse—no acknowledgment at all.