Poems

SONG FOR SELF-PITY

So , did injustice strike?
Patience from God is positive,sure as of spring's returning that divineLove wins; not a mere negativeholding of the line.

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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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LIFE–ENCOMPASSED

"Bound in the bundle of life with.

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NOW I PRAY

Right here I pray—Here in the melee of a busy day.

LIVING THANKS

Gratitude is proffered thanks—Not a cloak to admire,Not a mask to acquirefor worshiping.

NEIGHBORLINESS

A certain man went down, the Master said,To Jericho from high Jerusalem,(From conscious harmony to senses' realm?

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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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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OVER THE TELEPHONE

I hear you call me "dear"that gentle wayas if to say,"All love is here.

SO CLOSE TO LOVE

So close to Love he walked,No rebuke in his words.

PRAYER

When for myself alone I prayed,No answer came to me:When I another's burden bore,I found we both were free!

HEAVEN-SENT

Science and artAre in the Father's heart—

THE HEALING SPRING

The southern rains came gently to our landLast night, and I could hear the rippling flowOf winter melting in the darkness, fannedAnd warmed by April winds across the snow.

HYMN FOR SPRING

How do I know that God is good?