Poems

At the outer edge

Neither todaynor ten times ten yesterdays,in my backyard or in the tents of squalorthat seem continents away;neither at searing noon nor soaring midnight,beaten by wind or bewildered by sea;

Family likeness 

Qualities are the fibersof Mind's ideas,the sacred elementswhose colors spill

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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THE COURAGE TO YIELD

If you find your head down,and see no place for your heart;it is not the end of friendship, becauseyou can make a fresh start.

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No outsiders

Different culture, different history, knowledge,Eliminate so many from the truth?

A steady course

You never thought you'd be in this boat?

See the butterfly

The little caterpillar never dreamedThat he would someday fly,Sailing over wood and fieldHigh up in the sky.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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Anthology of classic articles

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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 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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Right now

"Now are we the sons of God.

When all else has failed

At the mountain's foot—dwarfed, bereft of all thatseemed of worth, I striveto reach—outside time—
Does a mountain climber complainbecause the cliff is steep,the peak too high?

Dig deep!

Challenge is stimulus.

A friend's departure

In selfish grief I wept for himWhen first he passed beyond my sightAnd wondered why a summons cameFrom the Lord of Hosts to end his light.
Even in gray yearsstill to yieldstill to be led,inspired, fed—still to be healed.