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Inspirational verse submitted by readers.

The Kingdom of Heaven

The kingdom of heaven is not silent. As our mortal sense becomes quiet and still, Then sweeter by far than a thousand choirs, The voice of harmony, echoing God's will, Consoling, commanding, inspires.

Walking the Waves

How substanceless the ocean Peter trod With faithless doubt, in wind-tossed dark: He sought the Christ outside himself And sank! How unsupporting, wavering, weak, The place whereon I stand, If I believe that Truth's afar And seek the Christ remote, apart! But Jesus, inly calm and buoyed by Truth, Outshone the outside world Of white-crest wave and liquid shock And frightened, shaking ship; He showed the way to Peter, as to us: He walked on ocean firm as rock.

The Widow's Mite

I gave my mite content to know that all I had was wanted. The little light, the simple word, though trivial to many, counted.

Fledgling Words

All night my heart has held new-feathered words, Deep-nested, not yet strong enough for flight, But, pushing upward like small winging birds, They seek their freedom in the morning light. My lips must be made ready with the curve That love imparts to send words forth at length With tone of voice empowered to preserve Their innate grace and God-provided strength.

When Jesus Prayed

When Jesus prayed, his prayers included all. "Neither pray I for these alone," he said; his love was universal, not a small measure for a chosen few.

Christ-healing

The first time you didn't know what to do. It was in London, and she was a pianist with something of an international reputation.

Still a Sign

Bricks without straw! What more sadistic or inhuman law could cruelty impose? Yet out of grief's white ashes there arose undying flame of courage to go forward in His name. No fleshpot worth the cost of further degradation.

Vision of Infinity

Like Abram, we too hear God's stirring call: "Look from .

Forever Available

I like to think of God as Principle, Divine foundation upon which to raise The structure of my life, invincible. From boundless base to heights I lift my gaze.

The Christlike Touch

There was a glory in the Master's work; A power and presence glowed in all he wrought. His healing, law, but also tender love, The deep compassion that he felt and taught.