Poems

Self-forgiveness

No moments of failure,when something was lost.

The touch of God

When sounds and scenes of harsh, cold hateWould seem to blast all good away,The touch of God subdues the rageJust as it did in ancient days.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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Breaking news

What can I bring to you in this moment?

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Niche filler

"Each individual must fill his own niche in time and eternity"—Mary Baker Eddy, Retrospection and Introspection, p.

In the illusion...

Of color, race, culture and taste,isolated isles that cherish space,such "-isms" yield under divine embrace.

Let us be with God

Let us be one with grace,as we awake each day.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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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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Grains of sand

I have been in this place beforewatching waves crash to shore,each dissolved into foam swallowed by the sand,but never did I notice it is the beachthat keeps my feet dry.

Love shows the way

Sometimes things do not turn outJust as we had planned.

Love's place

In the place where lovelives, there are onlyopen doors.

How Christ comes to us

I do not care ifChrist comesThrough e-mail,Phone calls or letters rare;Just so I receive the cure.

Silence

Silence like soundwashes interior spaces
Can it possibly be true thatI have been loved enough to love othersWith a generous, unobstructed heart?