Poems

"My cup runneth over"

Thirst-quenching prayer is not to beg our Father,"Be quick! Unplug the spigot of Your grace!"It is to hold our clean and ample vesselBeneath the stream of cool, unclouded waterFlowing forever in His holy place;

The widow's mite

What confidence in the futurein the bounty of GodWas shown by this widow,who needed no prodTo deliver to Himall that she had.

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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 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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Divine Love's provision

Not from withoutI find the answer to my needfor sum of money, health of limb—but from within.

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Time to move!

Adam's race livesin a house of contrarieswith the usual two doorsmarked IN/OUT.

Challenge

You can be healed!Ponder, listen, yieldTo Truth and Life revealed.

Right remembering

Eternal Love is my only source,My root, as Truth reveals.

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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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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Candlesharing

A candle glows.

"Thou art loosed..."

"Woman, thou art loosed from thine infirmity.

Faith

Is the cradle of intuition,the mother-arms of hopeful prayer,untiring watcher for Truth's dawn-light.

Fuel for thought

Yesterday, a barren twig,Today, a blossom shows—Miracle to unschooled thought,But norm to one who knows.

Lazarus, come forth!

To every human being on earthwhose light seems sepulchered by crushing tyranny,Truth sings, forever unsuppressed, "Not dead, but sleeping.

Child in light

The light of my one, real beingShines in me this day.