Poems

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

Contemplation

Teach me where I need to go.

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Shared reflections

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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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Breakthrough

Bright light, white, pure, beneficent.

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As brother to Zacchaeus*

I climb my sycomore tree,wholly lifted above crude crunch, mundane mutterings,to the free, uncluttered viewI seek.

Thy will, not mine

Ah, the fruitless, formless heaviness of indecision,That oversurging of pros and cons,That final tally of confusionYielding non-answerandStarting all over again.
Once I dwelt in the tomb of mental darknessamong the rocks of ignorance, fear, and sin—ranting in despair.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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 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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For expectant mothers

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All there is

What is my fortune?

Remove the liability

We should not ignoreThe good that has gone before,But we must do more.

You never left home

The qualities of God, which you express,Cannot deteriorate, or age, or grow less,Or suffer, or sin, or die,Or be subject to contagion.

The Christian touch

Oh, we can quote the pagesAnd be fierce to error's ways;We can talk the absoluteAnd state our case for days;But where's the needed God-embraceThat gives authority?

Communication

God's indestructible, unbrokenchain of love;binding, yet freeing;close-linked, yet ever-expanding;enfolding, yet not restricting.

I don't want to miss

Friends inquire,as friends do,softly,why I refuse offers to drink—for what causeI choose to fast, denymyselfwhat's meant for bliss,and then tooriskoffense.