Poems

I pray

Not the mote in my brother's eyeThat I disapprove,But the beam in mine,Dear God, help me remove.

DESIGN

No measures based on mortal laws,No marring discords of decline,Can alter symmetry of TruthOr shift God's beauty of design.

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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 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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PROVIDENCE

"Feed my sheep," the Master said,Never relinquishing his flockIn which the feeder still is fed.

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REFLECTIONS FROM A HIKE

We sent "GOD IS LOVE" flying across the canyon, then waited.
I proudly put my record on the spindle of personal sense and turned up the volume.

TRUSTING

I know not how;Truth leads the way.

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Anthology of classic articles

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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 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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Is there not more...

Is there not moremeaning to "restore"than recompensefor years gnawed offto withering cries?

EN ROUTE TO WHATEVER EMMAUS

Whenever en routeto whatever Emmauswe commune of eventsfrom material sense,should we not turnto the companioning Christfor that view of eventsfrom spiritual sensewhich makes the heart burn?

SACRIFICES

In the ancient city therestood a temple where an unnamed womangave the precious little that she had.

EXPECTING YOU

Expecting You is nourishingas the promise of sunrise—the one I've hungered at 5:30 a.

LET ME GO FORTH

Let me walk as seeing the One who is invisible,As Abraham walked when he left Haran to worshiphis God,With a trust so unwearied he could leave the gods ofhis fathersAnd, putting his hand into the hand of God,Go forth.

MY JOY

I cannot be robbedI cannot be cheatedMy joy can never beobscureddiminisheddepleted.