Poems

What is the thought of Christmas?

Quietly onward

The faithful follow a steady star,their joy gathered on dusty pathsin the bustling day or ponderous night,for they know the fountains along the waythat freshen the heart and liven the step.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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The child within

She was somewhere under tenoutside playing in the yardwhen something went amiss,so she quickly went inside,passing her mom busy in the kitchen,to her room where she threwherself on the bed and silentlyasked God to help her do better.

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My to-do list outran the page but then I penned what God has done and it became a volume.
In the morning I will listenFor the stillness of Your voice,And I know that You will give meAll the grace and calm and poiseI will need throughout the dayTo face the world and all its noise,As I listen in the morningFor the stillness of Your voice.

Reunion

This time the road home to Texasthunders through clouds, and ends as a runway borderedby fields of wild Mexican primroses and Indian paintbrushThe sky has the starring role in every Texas tale.

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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 mental health

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

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 Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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Secret of the fiddlehead fern

For a kid who loves bugs

The hour has come to go to bed.
Spoons on noses,hear them calling:"Help us! Help us!We are falling!"

Brinkmanship

Stand proud, my son,in the morning lightof your teens,fearless as the sun,yet unashamed ofsmall clouds of reticencethat say "think"before you blast your waythrough life's adventure.

City street crossing

I live in a large city that is noisy and packed with concrete, steel, glass, cars, and trucks.
A white chaliced tulip, orange-crowned daffodils butter and honeycupped, the perfume of narcissuspetal fanned, these are vowels in God's own language.