Poems

Sometimes, like dark and huddled flocks, our thoughtsseem sunk in noncommunicative night,until the Christ, as level sunbeams spreading,transforms them with its bold relief of light.

Escape hatch

You Saylife has closed in on you,your back is to the wall—you're a prisonerwith no place to goat 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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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Let! Let!

"Let this mind be in you,which was also in Christ Jesus.

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When I awoke in the morning

When I awoke in the morningand thought of the hours ahead—the deeds to be done,decisions taken,the tumble of words to be said—when I thought of my long day'sjourney into night.

A Wednesday night

Outside, the rain fell,refreshing the dry grass,replacing the warm air withcool sweet breezes.

Lost and found

Lost?

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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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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Noticing miracles

Not just in healings of the sick,and raising of the living dead.

Listening for God

My tongue says, "I can't!"I just sit there and cry.

If I had been Abraham

that fearful day,what would I have thought,what prayed,loading firewood upon the lad—upon my only son?

Expanded view

Once I conceived of here as there,As when instead of now.

A calm so deep

When seas of mortal thought are churned,I often see, floating above tempestuous wave-lashan idea—the possibility conceived of calm—a calm so deep the seas are only whispers now.

O sons! O daughters!

"O Timothy,".