Poems

Be Columbus!

You, homeless, lost, face to facewith lust, disgust, despair, in the city streets;you, young girl, hoping, believingin what is truest and timeless about you—purity, dignity, love—you, innocent!

Now hear this

"I made you," God says.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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Love's ever-presence

There is a presence walks with usOn every pathless way,A light outshining midday sunHowever dark the day.

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Feeling Truth

Holy Father-Mother, God,Man is ever Your holy child.
Because the water seeped right throughI knewthe plants were needing larger pots.

What would I have done?

Would he have gone along, this ruler namedJairus (whose daughter Jesus raised from death)Agreeing with the priests and other menWho sought destruction for the Son of God?

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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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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Home

is where placetruly becomesthe architectureof God's presence:the unrushedmeaning of complete.
Chosen does not mean better.

A new record

Earth's shadows.

Dear Father ...

How could I have ever doubted?

Zacchaeus

As publicanruled by emperor ego,I pursued my duty:checked each pilgrim's progress,exacted taxes due—criticism's revenue.

True seeing

Material vision—unsure and blurred,self-will demanding.