Poems

Christliness

Dear God.

Each trusting step

Holy and secure is the avenueof light—wholly beneatheach trusting step of life.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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On waking to morning birdsongs

May I join your chorus?

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Gratitude at break of day

I love the way God shows His lovefor me through all the hours of the dayyet never more sothan at the hour of early dawning whenmy thought is inspired to perceivethe spiritual significance in the movingdrama of day's triumphover the power of darkness,

The forsaken garden

The mulberry tree has gone,and the swing where I swung,and the smooth green lawns that I knewwhen the years were young.

Upward flight

The startled water bird leapsSwift as thoughtFrom dreaming on the placid pondTo soaring, onward circling heights.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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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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The Shepherd's arms

Seeing myself in the Shepherd's arms,no lamb more closely tended,I touch the hem of Christ's dear loveand fear's dark night is ended.

Colloquy

God, I don't know where I'm going—I'm so lost!

The cup and the wine

Christ offers the cup and we take itwillingly, knowingthe wine would escape through our fingerswithout the cup to contain it—a cup shaped and deepened and polishedby life's daily challenge and victory.

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.

A willow by the watercourse

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