Poems

The Shunammite

"He sat on her knees till noon, and then died.

Facing the Light

One morn, one summer's morn, I sawA little child who stood and weptMost bitterly; and asking why,He said that ever near him keptA shadow, dark and deep, that went beforeHis steps, by field or stream or sanded shore.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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O Heart of Mine

O Heart of mine, hast thou a place preparedFor that sweet presence thou hast sought so long?

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How Great Is God!

If just one star were held in space,We still would say,How wonderful is God!And yet 'tis myriad stars,With orbits all their own,He holds above.

Humility

I pondered long and prayed to understandThe deeper meaning of humility;Asked that its presence might enrich my lifeAnd from vain pride and boasting set mefree.

Evensong

The music of a gentle seaUpon a lonely strand,Soft purple of a hazy duskEnfolding sea and land;Above, a tiny star or twoBring peace to me—and you,Whose home lights shine across the bay —All part of Love's great plan.

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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 Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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"The Liberty Bells"

This is the hour they then foretold—When earth, inebriate with crime,Laughed right to scorn, and guilt, grown bold,Knelt worshiping at mammon's shrine.

Prayer

Oh, Love, whose perfect path is knownTo all who walk the ways of God,Whose mysteries are clearly shownTo pilgrims with the gospel shod,

Omnipresence

I know that God is ev'rywhere!For when I seek Him anywhere,I find Him there.

The Ascent

Unceasing prayer perfection to attain,The patient overcoming of all sin,Perpetual watching till the Christ shall reign,A constant listening for the still, small voice within,—

Penitence

A prophet's house, the road anigh,Yet claimed no glance from passers-by:Too modest for admiring gaze,It spake the prophet's selfless ways.

At-one-ment

As gently as the dew on tender flower,Comes to the heart Love's holy, healing power;As lightly as the breeze in summer air,Truth clears the mist of sense that lodgeth there.