Poems

Prayer for an infant

Father, let my infant understanding grow,Strong in the spirit of Truth.

To God's messengers

Our lives are often lit by the lampsOf other people's kindness,So when hope grows dimThey kindle it afresh:Like warm, shaded lamps,Afloat in the dark poolOf an uncurtained room,They beckon us homeward.

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Shared reflections

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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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A willow by the watercourse

I remember the sapling we planted—So slender, fragile and small.

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Like rare jewels

Spiritual ideasLike rare jewelsStartle!Tumbling, polishing,Refining, truthTransforms.

Lighthouse—my house

The sea is dark.

His nearness

God's nearnessdoes not comeand go.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Remember Hagar?

When waterfor herself and sonwas spentin a desert placeHagar weptnot seeingthe here and nowof supply.

On course

Father, tame my restlessness,The urge to move too fast,Reluctance, also, to listen.

Beautiful names

In the New Orleans twilightshe called her boys at playbeyond the wrought-iron fences—"Strawberry, Pleiades, come to supper.

Preludes

Long before the graying eastern skyreveals the coming dawn,the birds know;

Christ's healing art

Instant in season, out of season.

Learning love

In loving we learn to love,without fear of hurt or worse—no acknowledgment at all.