Poems

A certain dawn

On earth, as it turns, we see the sun rise then disappear

On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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May I meekly bend when the winds push hard, may I bow as low as I must go, may I kneel in patient waiting, listening, thankful, till Your strong arm lifts me up.

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Troubleshooting

On still days when country telephonewires go south, go home, go quietly away intothe woods, a certain little brown bird appears,hopping and flying by starts, following the line,trying out each pole.

Heaven everywhere

"t" looks like a crossand acts like a cross,for when added to "here"

WHAT A DAY!

This is my day,Yes, this is my day.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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 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 Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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You can be sure

I wakened, fearful, in the dark,But did not seek a lamp.

Borne upon wings

On single stanchion worn silver smoothby seasons' steady turning he pauses.

The enemy within

I went to Berlinto see what Lovewould show me, and myown walls came tumbling down.

Comfort

Shortly after the terrorist bombing of 1998 in Omagh, Northern Ireland, the homeland of the author of this poem, Brian Kissock, recorded these words as a healing response to the grief that followed—including his own for several good friends who were lost in that tragedy.

Psalm: God's beauty

Thou art beautiful, oh Lord, my God,Beautiful beyond the mortal dreamThat feebly imitates infinity:Blind atoms hurtle aimless through the voidOf solid matter; and gadding galaxiesCavort in billion-year-long cartwheelsThrough vacuous immensities of space;More beautiful than helical capriceOf molecules entwined in DNA.

Trusting

Must we lend a handto guide the orbiting moon?