Poems

If one's own pardon one has grace to win,God's gift, reflection, glow where sense had been;A brother's lark of hope and faith, on wing,Might rise and rise, and thence more bravely sing.

PEACEMAKERS

Each is a star,shining resplendently in the heaven of Soul;Each may flower,bathed in spiritual light;Every one voicingglad birdsong;All children of Lovebelonging to the one Father, Mind.

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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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THE WALK TO EMMAUS

"Did not our heart burn within us?

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THE VERB "TO BE"

I am, he is, thou art;In every land in every tongueThis is the way we startTo claim our being—in the present.

WITNESS FOR TRUTH

Visualizea lofty hall,a judgment seatmagistrate imperially robeddespite irregularities ofaccusation and hour.

"IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD"

God's law is felt in rhythm of the seasons:Spring, summer, autumn, winter.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

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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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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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INTACT

No mortal dreamCan change the factThat God createdMan intact.

THE MEASURE

It seemed a thousand years, yet, in Thy sightThe measure was the watch within the night,Exalting vigils kept, until the day,Defined by light.

VILLANELLE FOR THE SEVENTIES

If He calls me, what shall I say?

COMING HOME

Error's chains are rivenWhen, sin destroyed, forgiven,The prodigal comes home.

A LITTLE CLOUD

From parched Samarian fields arose the cry:.

"WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR?"

A faceless form I never see?