Poems

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.

The heart cries

The oppressed arecrying out in pain.

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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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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error and God

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

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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)

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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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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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 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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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.

The woman and the book

The woman spent her childhoodin a lovely corner of the universewhere the spring-flowering arbutuspushing up throughthe dead leaves of winterscents the air around.

Yield

There's a lesson in the trees,their ease—they just bend in the breeze.

A patient's prayer

Dear God,I prayto do my part,to listenwith a humble heart,to know my placewithin Your plan,to see myselfas perfect man.

My Father's son

I watched him leave so many months agoHis face expectant/eager, all aglowForgetful of the field wherein I stoodsun-beaten, dour.

Touchstone

Not ill willNor self-willBut good willIs God's will.