Poems

Fruitage

As in the fieldit is not merely the vast plans,the seeds themselves, thefencing, the marking offthat bring the bounty—

Mustard seed of faith

Could anything that seems so smallwhen planted deep withinhave rootswhose shootsspring into trees—home for birdlingsshelter from breeze—spreading outto hold securemy doubting heart?

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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Wherever I may sing

Place me, Lord, where I belong,Wherever I may serve You best;Wherever I may sing Your songIs where I'll find my happiness.

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Arrival

Patience is needed in the journeyThe departure uncertainThe path unpredictableOur progress rocky, scattered with stones

A promise kept

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you:not as the world giveth, give I unto you.

The rhythm of Spirit

Truth inflowing, Love outpouring—A steady flow, not stop and go:

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Changing your world

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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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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Never alone

God is where I'm going,God is where I am.

God's place for me

Medley of opinionsCacophony of voicesGo this wayNo, go that.
Listenwhispers the seashell.

Rise now

I waitedand waited.

The husbandman

Love tends the garden of my mindto bring to fruit still fragile budsof faith, and charity that nodsgently to Spirit's gentle wind.

Hymn 291*

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,Make me gentle, pure, and mild,Upright, simple, free from art;Make me as a little child,From distrust and envy free,Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.