Poems

Prayer for an infant

Father, let my infant understanding grow,Strong in the spirit of Truth.

To God's messengers

Our lives are often lit by the lampsOf other people's kindness,So when hope grows dimThey kindle it afresh:Like warm, shaded lamps,Afloat in the dark poolOf an uncurtained room,They beckon us homeward.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

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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A willow by the watercourse

I remember the sapling we planted—So slender, fragile and small.

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Like rare jewels

Spiritual ideasLike rare jewelsStartle!Tumbling, polishing,Refining, truthTransforms.

Lighthouse—my house

The sea is dark.

His nearness

God's nearnessdoes not comeand go.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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.

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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Remember Hagar?

When waterfor herself and sonwas spentin a desert placeHagar weptnot seeingthe here and nowof supply.

On course

Father, tame my restlessness,The urge to move too fast,Reluctance, also, to listen.

Beautiful names

In the New Orleans twilightshe called her boys at playbeyond the wrought-iron fences—"Strawberry, Pleiades, come to supper.

Preludes

Long before the graying eastern skyreveals the coming dawn,the birds know;

Christ's healing art

Instant in season, out of season.

Learning love

In loving we learn to love,without fear of hurt or worse—no acknowledgment at all.