Poems

A certain dawn

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

On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.

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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 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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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.

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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.

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.

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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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Shared reflections

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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 Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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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.

Psalm: God's beauty

Thou art beautiful, oh Lord, my God,Beautiful beyond the mortal dreamThat feebly imitates infinity:Blind atoms hurtle aimless through the voidOf solid matter; and gadding galaxiesCavort in billion-year-long cartwheelsThrough vacuous immensities of space;More beautiful than helical capriceOf molecules entwined in DNA.

Trusting

Must we lend a handto guide the orbiting moon?