Poems

The Sunshine of Truth

Since God is Light,There are, beside my way,No lurking shadowsTo becloud the day.

The Comforter

O Science , thou of royal mien,How blest the hearts that on thee lean,Seeing the things so long unseenBy blinded mortal eyes!

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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 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 Harvest Is Abundant

The harvest is abundantFor those who wisely sowThe seeds of loving-kindness,And guard them while they grow;Who weed out thoughts of error.

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A Gift to Ask of Thee

Dear Father God, I have a plea;I have a gift to ask of Thee:A yearning, quiet, heart-deep prayer,To trust to Thine all-loving care.

Rise!

Rise above earth's mists to seeLife from higher, clearer views;Glimpses of eternityPaint the scene in radiant hues.

Surety

When our dear Master healed,He did not say,"This will take time to yield,A week, a day.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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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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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Sonship

The why of all my seeking has been found.

Soaring

Forgot I seemed, with none to careWhat blackness and what grim despairBecame my lot.

Healing

When one has felt the influence of Love,Emerging from his earthly, finite shell,To touch the hem of Truth's own robe, 'tis wellThat he should ponder deep those things aboveEarth's understanding, seek to find the sourceAnd fountain-head from which has come to himThat peace which passes understanding, dimTo mortal sense.

Now!

Our God shall wipe away all tears,Smooth furrows from the brow,Assurance give in place of fears,Not afterward—but now.

Morning

"This is the day which the Lord hath made.

Today

I wake and greet the morn with thoughts of Thee,Knowing Thy ever-presence leadeth me.