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Inspirational verse submitted by readers.

Noel and Noah

Like Noah the Bethlehem shepherds heard the celestial call. They found the new-born Savior safe within a crèche.

The final Word

The final Word forever is God’s alone and only His Blessed Word, eternal good Uniting hearts in brotherhood Word divine, law supreme Antidote to mortal dream Oh, praise Him whose Word sustains Loosening the grasp of creeds and chains Then, open wide the heart and see The heavenly Word that made man free— That blessed child of God are we —G. Gershala Goldsmith.

After the healing

When you come forth  from the fiery furnace hair unsinged, coat unchanged, no smell of fire, see and understand— You are “hid with Christ in God” forever.   You were never in the fire.

The best way to get out of the woods

is to see that you’ve never been in them. It’s knowing  without a shadow of doubt that you’ve been the perfect man all along.

The gate Beautiful

See Acts 3:1–10 “Such as I have give I thee,” Peter said to the lame man asking alms at the gate.   Immediately, God’s law was known, seen, felt.

Rejoice!

This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. — Psalms 118:24 Gone is restless wondering: “Is God absent? Is His goodness near?” No more doubting distraction: “When will healing come?” Shadows of time and fear fade, disappear outshined by divine Love’s tender, “I am here! You are My beloved child and you will forever be as whole and as well as Me.

This day

This day is filled with gladness— with the beauty, grandeur, order of the harmony of Christ, leading out of darkness of fear, sorrow, sin,  into the sunshine— when His love is welcomed in. No self-will wrinkles the fabric of this day.

‘Touch but his clothes’

— Mark 5:28 Seeking hope where none had been    she felt an expectant turning       from all that had failed to heal. And so she pushed    through pressing crowd       determined to reach where he stood.

Christos anesti

A simple Easter Day greeting,  yet much more. A divine beating in every heart.

Evening trail, quiet light

The moon came up    through the winter trees    as I walked the wooded trail       that night. And then, just above,    the little saw-whet owl    flew to her perch,    cocked her head this way    to spy down at the strange man    standing still, just below.