Poems

The path to freedom

There is a way unknown to mortal sense,the spiritual way, the path of humble prayer.

Your testimony

Your testimonyHelped us all.

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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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Flowers of Bethlehem

A card came by mail todayfrom a troubled Holy Landbearing flowers—all their original exquisiteform/colorpressed intact.

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The straight and narrow way

No twist in Truth,no quirk, no knot;straight, preciseto the last dotis Truth.

Our income

Our income isthe inflowing realizationof Truth and Love.

When is harvesttime?

"Let both grow together," the Master said,tares and wheat.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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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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Instant in season

With listening ear and watchful eyethe Son of mantook no time outto program work, to measureor calculate the risk.

Lesson books

They've been used—opened and reopened,and time and again looked at,browsed through, even run to!

Stand fast

Having done all,the wise man stands.

So is a healing

A poem can be a feeling,a seeingof something vastcomplete in a nutshell—a universe of lightcaught in the flashof a precious stone.

God is here!

Reflection's not a separate thing.

The right question

It troubled me,that barren fig treecursed,withered,dead.