Poems

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Legacy

ELIZABETH DEATON

It was foretold from days of oldthe Messiah would come.
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It's all right to cry...

HELEN LOUISE OEHLER

There was one who did.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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Gratitude: our perennial debt

LEATRICE JOY GILBERT

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

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The safe place

Virginia Thesiger

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.
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DID YOU EVER WONDER?

MARY ELIZABETH DAVIS

That waiting lad—five loaves and two fishes,that's all he had.
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"The warfare with one's self is grand"*

DORIS KERNS QUINN

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

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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 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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Faith's secret

BEVERLY JEAN McCREARY

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

JUNE M. F. WILDEMAN

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

MAURICE JAY

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

ELIZABETH KEYES WILLIAMS

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

MARTHA SAGE VANG

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?
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The eternal student

VIRGINIA THESIGER

A satire