Poems

FULFILLMENT

There is no time to waste or borrow,Looking back or toward tomorrow;Each day, each hour is the seasonIn which to think, repent, and reason.

THE ATTIC ROOM

(At Lynn where Mary Baker Eddy wrote Science and Health)

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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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FOR A PRACTITIONER

I called for help tonight;your warm voice comforted me.

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DISCIPLESHIP

The Master spoke,He questioned thrice, "Thou lovest me?

SOUND OF RAIN

Run , run ahead, swift feet,firm hands are holding the mantle;nothing can cause you to stumble,nothing can stop the free running,glad cry of the eager heart.

CAUSATION

So often, Father, I have given thanksFor understanding better how to pray,For countless blessings: healings, lessons learned,The times of listening that revealed Your way;Oh, now my heart is singing gratitude!Today, in demonstration, I can seeThat although I, through love, have chosen You,You first, dear Father Love, had chosen me.

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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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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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TRUE PERSPECTIVE

The whole world is my family!No tight-knit possessive corecold-shouldering the rest:but circumference of universal thoughtincluding these—and these—and these peoplesof far-flung empires.

ALL THINGS NEW

Now I can see that all things are new!The leaves for the healing of nationsglow in the morning dew.

MILLSTONE OR MILESTONE

A millstone or a milestone,Which shall it be?

BARTIMAEUS

Blind Bartimaeus, pitifully cryingFor mercy, did not shrink nor lose his poise,But cried the more in steadfastly defyingThe grumbling crowd's demand to make less noise.

THE PATH OF LIGHT

"Grief's pathis yours.

NEVER BORN

Never born—what worlds of woemelt at those words! No blinding flowof desperate tears of sharp regretneed drown your hope of good.