Poems

When?

As thoughts of limitation builtwalls of gloom,I turned to my Bible and found only.

Continuing call

Good news, friend! Christ's peacesings its fresh-start message: Wake!Rejoice! Man is free!

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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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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Horizon

Look yonder.

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What do I ask when I pray?

What man.

Steadfast Love

Steadfast Love,that's what You are,my Father and my friend.

Thought for raiment

These children weavethrough the warp of my prayerskeins of what they really areshuttling through my heartfrom tree house to closetfrom faucet to swingsfrom attic to cellarmy loom all day long singsImmanuelImmanuelImmanuel—not demandingI unthreadthis handiwork of hometo tabernacle with God—but letting all I dofor His little onesenlarge the borders of loveseamlessly.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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 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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That's entertainment!

What a terrible party!I had invited into my home.

Land of promise

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Home at last

I strayed.

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?

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.