Poems

Forgetting

O troubled heart, regretful of past yearsAnd stain of sin, so long to goodness blind,A message here for thee, to dry thy tears.

Bethlehem

Bethlehem, O Bethlehem,We've journeyed long and far!In our sad hearts new hopes arise,In deep of night, our weary eyesSearch now the purple of thy skiesTo find again thy Star!

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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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Thy Word Is a Light

The day began all gray, with clouds aboutUs everywhere.

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"What of the night?"

The sleeper wakes—And though the night be long,It is awakening makesThe morning songSo delicate and dear,To human ear.

Awaken!

Awaken from thy slumber! SeeThe feast of Truth prepared for thee!The healing feast of joy and peace:Partake, dear friend! Thy ills cease!
God of the rolling year! to Thee we raiseA nation's holiest hymn in grateful praise!Plenty and peace abound at Thy behest,Yet wherefore this Thy love?

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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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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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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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Walls

Where'er we look with these our fleshly eyes,Great walls deny our view: we look below,And granite leagues forbid us farther go;We look above, and worlds on worlds ariseTo mock our wisdom from the quiet skies;Our backward glances still impervious showBlank walls of birth; and forward peerings growReflective of the mist that forward lies.

Ruth, the Moabitess

To follow Truth, and leave the seeming allFor paths untried in erstwhile alien mead,And see unlessened plenty from ripe harvest fall,Annul the law, By sweat of brow shall be thy bread.

Service Is Joy

One came complaining that the LordHad not vouchsafed him his rewardFor faithful service, lo, these years,But given for guerdon only tears.

The Measure of a Man

Oh, what's the measure of a man?

Threefold

God's gift is Life: Himself! We should go straying,Hands full, hearts full, like happy children Maying;Glad of clear skies, or roses drenched with rain:His children, zestful of such radiant giving;His children, never knowing death or pain,—Caught close to Life—close, closer—in the living.

Truth's Voice

It seemed to me, in childhood's days,I heard a gentle voiceWhich helped to lighten all my waysAnd make my heart rejoice.