Poems

—Christ Jesus

Psalm of peace

Father, we weary of warfare:Girt with atoms,Panoplied with terror,We long for peace.

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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 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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Notes from a peace lecture

I took notes, wrote them downCarefully, prayerfully:Evil qualities disappearfor want of a witness.

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The poet as activist

How can a poet become an activist?

Love's way

How much shall I love?

Freedom

God causes no toomuchness,no time to bend under a load of matter-musts,no need to knuckle under to finite sense.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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Mandate for Thursday

This is not a night to be betraying the ChristTo wander off into wide ways of destructionin search of something more worldly,more conservative, more silveredwith human approvalthan deep prayers in a dim garden.

Yes, there is always a garden

Did you know Gethsemane was a garden?

Consolation

My friend,you need no words,no poems,no tomes,to be immortal.

First thoughts

Does morning bringoverwhelming choiceor the Father's voice?

Fruit of understanding

There came a day I understoodthe often unquenched thirstof heart, a seeming lack of goodfrom first things not put first.

The right answer

Am I going to acceptthe clatter of matter,diagnose just how it came,dignify its nonsensewith a name?