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Inspirational verse submitted by readers.

Holy night

Radiant thoughts on holy wings Have made my troubled midnight bright with peace. God's Mother-love, with angel-touch, Restores my hope and thankful joy.

Insight From A Snowy Hill

The hill was covered with sparkling snow, Fresh, fallen just that day, Pristine, but for one set of footprints, Which to the top made their way. What was it about this winter postcard That made me stop and think? It was recalling the Master's "Follow thou me"— A command now crystal clear.

Sometimes

Sometimes When thought is clear The one dimension of matter's universe fades. And the fully dimensioned infinitude of God's universe Appears As light-filled reality— Complete, The very outcome of God's being.

Godward

No matter where I am I can hear the word of God: I AM. Wherever I may be His word comes gently to awaken me, To dispel mists, mental haze, Enlighten my passage through the mortal maze.

Still Within

Still within, God's voice is heard. A symphony of thoughts plays beauty there.

When He Speaks

When all the poems are written And all the songs have echoed Around the earth times seven And creatures pause for wisdom, We'll hear a voice within us That defines art and nature— God's own voice so sweetly Spreading His love over all In songs of joy and rhythm, Thoughts that make us all one.

UNITY

If the two of us do not see eye to eye, then let us meet in the encircling glow of what we truly see—a sister, a brother, a child of our Father-Mother. To embrace this loving light brings a gentleness to our common tie, a softened look, a kinder thought, a heart won over, as Christ draws back the veil and repentant eyes now glimpse the perfect likeness always there— a cherished gleam of God's own countenance.

My glory sings

I had wondered what my song was, What made my rejoicing stay with me? Then I read, my glory sings praise to Thee. See Ps.

Wonder work

My being is engaged in the discovery of who You are, dear Father-Mother. This work of discovery commanded my attention long before there was ever a dream of 'I want, need, must have,' long before desperation lied about reliable pleasure, long before I explained to You my anger, impatience, hunger.

SEARCHING THE HEART

Broken hearts .