Poems

To Solitude

"The world is too much with us; late and soon.
What is more wonderful than answered prayer?

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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Thy habitation, O most High,Invisible to mortal eye,To sense so far and yet so near,The secret place,—Thy presence here.

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Tonight

No herald bells proclaim this nightA welcome to the King,Yet through the darkness of despairThe angels softly sing.

Truth's Vestal Dawn

The very hills 'round Bethlehem teemed with song.

Gratitude

I THANK thee, Father! O that I might knowThe meaning of those gracious words, that flowFrom humble hearts up to the eternal fountOf Love; and thence, returning, do anointThe brows of pain with peace, and to the gloomOf earth-bound prisons bring light's balm and bloom!

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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 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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A Reading from Nature

Drifting in from the moaning sea,Over the beach and the tide-pooled lea,The gray fog shuts down drearilyOn all my world;Till the outer bar is a distant sound,And the children's tent but a misty mound,And the trees dim sentries set around,Their standards furled.

Sympathy

We watch beside some weary sufferer's bed,And bitter, blinding tears of pity shed.

Waiting

There sat alone at eventide,Outside a great church door,A ragged outcast of the street,Sin-stained and sick and poor.

Love's Presence

Seems dark and lone the way?

Unmoved

A GIFT of love and joy so bright, so pure,—Roses and heliotrope, gay and demure.

"Except ye repent"

How oft upon the fretful voice of oceanHave I not heard the carping, canting quest,How would ye heal by your divine devotionIf ye should fall — as fall perchance the best —And break some bone?