Poems

Now only this we know:The presence here,The warm, sweet glow;Not any face, nor any nameProclaims His Person, whence He came,But Love draws nearTo opened heart and thought,After wind and quake and fire,When, through purified desireDearly bought,We listen, conscious of His willEmpowering good, not ill,And evil stripped is seen as naught.

REGENERATION

Our dreams die hard.

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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 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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TRUE HAPPINESS

True happiness and peace of mindAre often sought in vainThrough personal ties, which only bindAnd never can sustain.

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FEED THEM

He called them lambs and sheep.

OMNIPRESENCE

God fills the universe.

CHURCH SERVICE

Into the house of God I went,Weary at heart, my courage spent.

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Shared reflections

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

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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REAPING

A reaper of earth's grainIs halted by the dark,By clock or weather vane.

A PRAYER FOR POETS

This is highest poetry:to help the crippled walk,to aid the deaf to hear,to free the dumb to talk.

DAWNING SONSHIP

Father, I'm afraid!My child, draw near.

TOWARDS FRUITION

God-sent thought,so beautiful, so rare,must rise!To flutter on the bough,of what avail to fledglings?

NONE TOO HUMBLE

Mustard seed,Don't despise yourself for being lowly;Nor dream of earth's vain gloryWhere mundane thoughts would lead.

PROPULSION

That we exist is not at allDifficult to proveAnd shows we are intendedTo be alive.