Poems

Commanding stones

With the rod of GodMoses struck the rockand waters flowed forth.

Legacy

It was foretold from days of oldthe Messiah would come.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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It's all right to cry...

There was one who did.

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Gratitude: our perennial debt

Dear Lord, here I am again—Asking, asking, asking.

The safe place

There is no little space where God is not,No crevice, cranny, fissure, scissure, slot,No corner overlooked, no hidden gateThrough which His counterfeits can infiltrate.

DID YOU EVER WONDER?

That waiting lad—five loaves and two fishes,that's all he had.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

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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 Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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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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For this grand warfare let me go prepared—Never asleep, and never off my guard.

Faith's secret

I ask not for a field already grown,nor even for the cheery mustard flowerfully blown.

The door

I pushed open the door with the signCARE ABOUT OTHERS,which led up from the cellar of self.

The breath of prayer

The streetlamp pours its pale washacross the still wet bricks,and the summer's breezeis an eddying of invisible feathersacross my gazing face.

In the morning...

Peter, I know you—the wondrous joy when,led to the mount,you saw, you nearly understood!

In heaven always ...

Discouraged once again, lost in anguishFor what seemed the thousandth timeTo face recurring pain (relief often immediate)Only to come again,"What's left for me to learn, Lord?