Poems

Self-forgiveness

No moments of failure,when something was lost.

The touch of God

When sounds and scenes of harsh, cold hateWould seem to blast all good away,The touch of God subdues the rageJust as it did in ancient days.

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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 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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Breaking news

What can I bring to you in this moment?

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Niche filler

"Each individual must fill his own niche in time and eternity"—Mary Baker Eddy, Retrospection and Introspection, p.

In the illusion...

Of color, race, culture and taste,isolated isles that cherish space,such "-isms" yield under divine embrace.

Let us be with God

Let us be one with grace,as we awake each day.

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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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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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 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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Grains of sand

I have been in this place beforewatching waves crash to shore,each dissolved into foam swallowed by the sand,but never did I notice it is the beachthat keeps my feet dry.

Love shows the way

Sometimes things do not turn outJust as we had planned.

Love's place

In the place where lovelives, there are onlyopen doors.

How Christ comes to us

I do not care ifChrist comesThrough e-mail,Phone calls or letters rare;Just so I receive the cure.

Silence

Silence like soundwashes interior spaces
Can it possibly be true thatI have been loved enough to love othersWith a generous, unobstructed heart?