Poems

CONFIDENCE

Night found me in a pathless way and drear,Halting before the temper of the hail;I looked to train my steps, but groped in fear;I prayed with hapless patience to availOne favor of the beam-bestowing moon.

PROTECTION AT NIGHT

We cannot be alone, for thou art near!What though the midnight shadows close us round,And terror seems to lurk in sight and sound:Still are we safe, since thou, O Christ, art here!

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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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PRAYER

If I in pride and arrogancePresume to judge God's ways,And seek to better them perchance,The while my lips may praise;

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OMNIPOTENCE

ABOVE the battle's din and mortal fray, Love holds its own; Amid beliefs that mock and cloud our day, Mind rules alone.

SEPTEMBER DAY

My heart is thine, fade not away, O beautiful September day! Thy calm is mine—Love's message clear Comes gently to my list'ning ear; It heals all grief and soothes all fear.

PILGRIM, PRESS ON

PILGRIM, press on: the path seems dark, And stones of mortal sense have cut our feet, But gentle breezes waft a perfume sweet, And, lo, I hear the singing of a lark!

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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So stood of old the holy ChristAmidst the suffering throng;With whom his lightest touch sufficedTo make the weakest strong.

TRUTH'S CALL

Through long, long years I stumbled, deaf and blindTo all the truths thou camest to unfold:Poor, blind, and self-imprisoned; with vain criesAnd eyes perverse, looking afar to findBlessings that groping hands, by taking hold,Might more than overflowing fulness know.

'TIS SUMMER

'Tis summer, and the fragrant airWafts incense of the flowers:'Tis summer, and the tuneful worldAllures to woodland bowers:'Tis summer, and my heart is gladThat winter lost his reign:'Tis summer, and my sense is freeFrom every mortal pain:'Tis summer in my joyful heartFor I have found the "better part.

THE GREAT PARENTAGE

As flowers growing each on separate stalk,Yet springing from a common soil, so weRoot deep in God, tho' near our lives may walkThe jealous years.

WILDERNESS BLESSINGS

With me 'twas evening in a desert place,And hungry thoughts in a great multitudeQuestioned earnestly each his neighbor's face,—If they should not depart by slow foot-paceInto some village to buy needful food.

A SONG OF PEACE

If in hushed stillness of the starlit nightThou givest rest,Or in the well-filled hours of joyous lightWork'st Thy behest,It matters not, since Thou, O Love, art ev'rywhere,Enfolding me in Thine unfailing care.