Poems

The wheat of me

It is the wheat of me

beheld

beautyis in the Iof the Beholder

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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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Celebration

Come.

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Freedom!

Soaring free above the dream-seaof false memories, false me's,I learn to rise, to love to seethe radiant reflection, Lord,of You—that's me!

Nature's lesson

A song of birds is often heardBefore a ray of light;This psalm of praise in nature's wayForetells an ending night.

Eloquence

Forgive me if my words come few and slow,For when at last the door is closed to senseThen listening is the strength of eloquence:I speak what first in secret I must know.

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Shared reflections

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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 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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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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The heart cries

The oppressed arecrying out in pain.

error and God

once upon a timea little errorwas lookingfor someoneto botherbuthe never didbecauseGod was with everyoneAlexandra Moore

Covenant

Love knows what the future holds—Present blessing, long foretold.

Cause for rejoicing

All perfect things endure—For nothing real and good can disappear;Each true identity is safe, secure;One with the Father, Life, forever here.

An evening hope

(with gratitude to the members of The Christian Science Board of Lectureship for giving their love and light)

In the waiting garden

Surely no bird sangThere was no squeaking of the hunting batNor rustling of lizardAt the cave's mouthIn the waiting gardenAt that momentWhen Lazarus came blindlyFrom the grave.