Poems

Purpose

Expressing God in countless waysIs reason I am living.

Nothing to erase

Before we can see/admirefloodlit, the polishedfigure on the dais,did not the sculptor workpatiently for many hoursto earn our praise?

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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The lines of grace

The lines of grace fallnaturally into the pleasantplaces of the heart—love outpouringpatience assuringforgiveness on the instantwith the accuser at the door.

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Mustard seed

Tiny speck of seed-faithaftertruth-sowing

Perfect balance

Wanting to skate through life,I took to my blades.

Put wings on!

Lightly go,burdenless one,divinely free and glad.

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Anthology of classic articles

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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 Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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Giving and living

There is only one way to give—With open heart,With open hands.

Homing

I am at home in this momentof knowing and being knownby You, Father,who feedfurnishbefriend mewith a superabundance of Mind's riches,declaringYour own all-beingto be man's all being, now!

Brushed by angels

Reaching up for something betterthan my daily mental fare,I was softly brushed by angels—thoughts from God just waiting there.

So run...

God sets the race in orderso all may run.

In the garden

Who can tellwhat grief or agonyhis sacrifice assumed?

Immanuel

Draw nigh to God, and hewill draw nigh to you