Poems

Spirit's season

Under the snow,cradled in dark, richsoil, a seed sleeps.
Help us to understand that peaceable kingdomsare truly possible, well known to You.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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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STORM STILLING

When our "little ships" seem tossed and beaten,Overwhelmed by tempest's tear-filled tantrums,Let us dress downThe winds of willfulness,The seas of suspicion,The waves of weary worry.

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The Donkey of Damascus

One time, Jesus went to Jerusalem for the Passover feast.

reflection

If you look in the mirrorand see something imperfect that's not you,then know that blemishes are never really true.

Revelation

Love's lawwritten in each heartandheard in angel messageisshown in living reflectionandseen as heart-shinewhichlike sunshinecannot be extinguished by clouds.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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Now? Really? How?

The past spits guilt.

poetry landscape

I won't choose the tattered one,made from the dull and repetitiouspattern of mortality.

A MEMORY

I watch the trees,I watch them sway,like ripples on a tranquil pond—a pond in a distant place.
Dost thou "love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind"?

CLASS INSTRUCTION

Broader scope.

THE TENDED GARDEN

The seed of spiritual awakening,