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In the high meadows,sunk between walls of pine and rock,the sun comes late and never lingers.To be content, one who loves mountainsaccepts as surrogatefor first horizon glowa single cup of suncaught highand held in blazing snowtill it brims overspilling down in reckless leapsof splashing lightextinguishing the mountain's nightand ours.
In just this way, standing deep in shadow,I once was drenchedwith lovehaving accepted one token ofGod's love as evidence enough. I foundflood tides of pure affectioncascading from a cup.
"Would you like to change the situation?"
MELVIN A. HURWICK
Like Father, like Son
ELIZABETH GLASS BARLOW
GEORGE W. LEDBETTER
When the Symptoms Appear
GRACE ARCHER DUNBAR
GERALDENE H. HARKNESS
The Way of Happiness
Chacko M. H. Ogata
An Introduction to God
JAMES ROBERT CORBETT
Ann C. Stewart
Good Is God
Carl J. Welz
Beating the Energy Crisis
Geoffrey J. Barratt
In June of 1972, for the first time, I attended the Annual Meeting...
Eleanor Johnson with contributions from Arlene Griller
It is with deep and sincere gratitude that I wish to offer the...
Ruth Montran Cologne
I was nineteen when Christian Science entered my life
Testimonies in the Christian Science periodicals have played an...
A. Belle Anderson
"This is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true...
Elizabeth Gilbert Marks