Poems

Sword and shield

I count my blessings every single day—My thought is filled with Life, and Truth, and Love—For sword and shield are mine, to guard the way,And peace enfolds me like a gentle dove.

Individual proof

Humanly unjust, divinely untrue,does inherited blame accrue?

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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Forgive you?

My friend, there is no need to ask.

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There must be a way to say "thank you" to Godfor all of the good He is giving.

Sin has no ego!

The demand on usis to.

Wake up and tell the day

Woke up this morning and I told the day,"I have dominion over you because I knowI am the child of God.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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.

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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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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Communication

Words without deeds—flat plains to walkof sparse, desertlike, skeletalverbalism,without meaning or healing.

Pioneers—'80's style

The jungles have beenpenetrated,the islands counted,even outer spaceis being tracked.

Acceptance

God gives so many things to me—How can I ever sayI have nothing, when I ownEach lovely golden day?

The wheat of me

It is the wheat of me

beheld

beautyis in the Iof the Beholder

Celebration

Come.