Poems

The "very good" of me

Softly now and with deepest tendernessI let unfurl in thoughtwhat God beholds of me and truly knows—the holy beauty of my being.

Always perfect

Man is not in sharp strifeto somehow put on perfection—because he is exactly there,by brilliant reflection!

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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 Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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No start, no finish

What sort of start did I have in life?

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But now...

OnceI thought sewing was merely stitchingseams together—the fun part.

Understanding is ...

glint of devastating light—angels breakingthe thick darkof evil's facade.

Baptism

What was it made you stray?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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 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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WHO?

WHO hangs out the moon?

Gone fishing

There have been timeswhen I toohave gone fishing.

Predestined by Spirit

Could time-slot, place,birth, or race—could mortal personality—dare to define,much less design,man's individuality?

Guestchamber

Through door of sanctuaried thoughtthere's room enough for allthat's good.

Samaritan, starting today

Although I may not discovera wounded stranger lying on my road,when I hear of someone sufferingbeyond my human reach—somewhere in this neighborhood,this world—I will rejoice in Love's presencethat already cares for all.
I prayed—oh yes, I prayed—for all those poor, deprivedand set-upon,those chokedby the mean, the crueland the greedy.