Poems

It's all right to cry...

There was one who did.

Gratitude: our perennial debt

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

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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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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.

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DID YOU EVER WONDER?

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

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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 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 Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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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?

The eternal student

A satire
Holy Bible, book divine,Precious treasure, thou art mine:Mine to tell me whence I came;Mine to tell me what I am;