Poems

Bartimaeus

Of skies at dawn men's voices tell,Of sun-drenched meadows, blossom bright,Of moonlight's white, enchanted spell—The while he walks through moonless night.

Morning

Sometimes the night seems long and drear,But morning brings the sun's bright beams;Then we forget the hours of nightWith all their troubled thought and dreams.

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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 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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My Prayer

Oh, wondrous inner flame that lights my way,That guards my every faltering step and guides,That ever in my heart of hearts abides,And gives me rest and comfort day by day.

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Communion

Up to the infinite source of our being,Faith is ascending, triumphant, today;Bright are its visions of God, ever present,Lifting our thought from the clod and the clay.

Be Still

Amidst the earthquake and the fire,     The storms of temper and self-will,The gusts of passion and desire,     Teach me to listen and be still,

Still with Thee

When I awake I am with Thee,And know the nothingness of dreamsAs through a glass I darkly seeThat matter is not what it seems.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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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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Glorified

I have so often thought of him—That man of old who was born blind,Who never once had seen the dawnPour down the dusky purple hillsLike liquid gold spilled slowly fromThe brimming goblet of the sun;Who never once had watched unfoldThe petaled beauty of a flower,Or seen the pearly lovelinessA new moon forms against the night.

Today

This is the day the Lord hath made—Blest revelation,That each glad moment unafraidHolds our salvation.

Truth's Reappearing

Into a world forlornA promised babe was born,Brought forth because the fireOf Israel's great desireTo know God's surety,Was wed to purity.

Reality

Only the good is real.

Judaean Song

The western sun went down in goldThat night in Palestine;The woolly sheep slipped to their fold,The softly moving kineDropped down behind their shelter barsWhile shepherds watched beneath the stars.

Desire

Fashion my heart to love, dear God,That I may blessThe lonely ones who yearn for loveAnd tenderness.