Poems

The Almighty

The place where peace envelops me in His thoughts,The place where my terror is withered and wrought away,The place where I am rewarded with the flood of Life, Love,and "greatfulness.

Love your enemies?

It puzzled me for the longest time:Jesus' saying to all.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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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He fed the multitude

'Twas in a desert placeWhere fear and doubt alone would limit graceThat Jesus fed the multitude.

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Eternal roots

Where are my roots?

Truth's tenacity

Truth is tenacious.

Stirring winds of thought

I heard the gentle tinklingof the wind chimes.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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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Overcoming shortcomings

Man is nota lowly tillerof sordid scenarios,unneighborly maneuveringsand various other mortal schemes.

Awakening

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

I pray

that my thought may a manger be,like the manger of our Lord,welcoming the eternal Christever newly born.

A measure of meekness, Lord

Give me a measure of meekness, Lord;not a self-degrading whineor moans of falsely modest care.

Star!

That light of hope,That expectancy of good,That certainty of answer.

Childlike faith

My widowed mothersaw her meager earningsas that which God would magnifyinto sufficient supply—as Jesus saw the five loaves and two fishes.