Poems

One Comforter

"As one whom his mother comforteth,so will I comfort you;and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem.

A grievance healed

A grievance,refrigerated in a cold, cold heartmelts in grateful tears,when we open, at Christ's knock,the icebox door and let in the warmthof our Father's tender lovefor all His children.

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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 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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Innocent!

Here I am, Lord!I'm just a little child.

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An angel at midnight

Throes of thought,screaming for attention,cut the midnight silence.

"Who teacheth like him?"*

I've learned when healing comesIt's like the Beatitudes understood.
"The Lord is risen indeed, andhath appeared to Simon.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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 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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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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Back-street Christ 

"No, it's not too late to walkto where no hands, no lies abuse— to wander openly, to talkof hopes to free, of fears to lose.

Stings

Angry words stung like the hornets whose nest was stirredby a broom held all wrong,as a boy swept the porch, his job that day,and I shouted to make my point heard.

Wake up! Wake up!

Have I been thoughtlessly so long sleeping—Losing the bright, sparkling, first love and joy,Resting on laurels long grown dim,A figure of apathy, ardency thin?

The angels of my life*

My angels wear no wings—except the wings of Loveto bear me upabove the stony pathand help me soar.

I fill the void

Right where a yawning void stares you in the face—loss, failure, and desolation,where nothing seems to thrive,where there seems to be no way out—right there am I.

The lad

Did he catch them himself—those two small fish?