Poems

JESUS WALKED THE SEA

THE men of Aran match the sea with pride; A skillful struggle theirs with storm and wave, As wind and water on the bare cliffs lower, To launch their sturdy boats upon the tide.

LOVE'S CARE

IT cannot be that life has ceased for him.

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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 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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AN INSTRUMENT OF TEN STRINGS

PRAISE Him on the harp, On an instrument of ten strings.

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READING ROOM

I stepped  inside and there found peace.

CALM

I CAN sleep,Knowing God is awake.

DESIGN

FATHER, we know The plan is Thine.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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 Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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TO A PRACTITIONER

IT was not you yourself— It was the truth you voiced That freed my heart from sin And changed my night to day.

FREEDOM

WOULDST thou be free?

LIKE PETER'S SHADOW

LIKE Peter's shadow passing by, So let my shadow fall On those who near my wayside lie, To bless and heal them all.

GOING ON

Even to every Thomas it must bePlain that it does go on—not fatal breathImbibed at birth, vapor which only drawsThe bewildered mortal daily nearer death.

HERE WHERE WE STAND

Here where we stand there is no death, no time,No pain of heartbreak, loneliness, or grief,As toward the light the rugged path we climbAbove the darkened valleys of belief.

THE SEVENTH DAY

God rested on the seventh day.