Poems

THE RISEN MAN

Risen from what?

PROGRAMMED FOR JOY

I cannot long be sad, for I was notProgrammed for grief.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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POWER AND LIGHT

Even in darknessLight in their dwellings.

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BLESSING

"The curse causelessshall not come.

DO YOU LIKE TO LAUGH?

I do! It's good to laugh.

BACK FROM THE BRINK

Suddenly from head to toe I trembled—not because I'd nearly plungedinto the pond to staybut because I sawthe hugeness of my arrogance.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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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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ANSWERING ADVERSITY

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BEFORE DAWN

Is it Venusthat tops the tallest pineframed by my window?
A personal demand?

WHEN HEALING COMES

It may be on some silent, sandy beachWith lazy waters lapping at my feetOr on a crowded, noisy city street.

PAUSE WITHIN PROGRESS

Restful stand is this—upon rung,not leafof laurel.

TO KNOW

I jounce my baby son on my kneeAnd think of another mother,One I never met, whom I am learning to knowBecause all mothers know each other.