Poems

Luster

God gives us His purposeto permeate our livesas oil saturates the woodof your mother's mahogany desk,enriching, preservingand making it shine.

Beyond these walls

Always you were here,and now you're not.

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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 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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You are loved always

"Good night!"she would saywith the warmest assuringas she tucked in snug blankets,

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Come all

God of all love—of goodness.

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Beholder's eye

Bright sightGod's gift to allNot just some favored onesBright sightNo Adam-fallHas blurred the vision of God's sons.

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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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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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 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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Again, again, and again, and again—I was sinned against.

Satisfaction guaranteed

No "desert place"no incompleteno running—where?
Daily I asked God to show me just howI could let my child go.

More than just waiting

Patience, more than just calm waiting,more than suffering throughuntil good comes,patience, like the bud of a rose—beautiful in itself—holds the kingdom of heaven within,turns to face the light of Truth,and blossoms into fullnessas the warmth of God's loveshines upon it.

A portrait of the Artist

Long before we knew Him wellHe knew all of us:He was master of formand metaphor

Where I find God

Through a shaft of moonlight,or sunlight making "diamonds" on the snow,Through a child's bubbling laughteror an adult's quiet glow,Through the satin sheen of a tulip's petal,or a hummingbird'sattraction to the nectar deep inside.