Poems

WHAT PRICE VICTORY?

Who is to say the victory is not here?

ETERNAL IMAGE

The grandeur of the snowcapped peakgleams, mirrored in the lake:each pinnacle and ridge and massrepeated, for its sake.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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"FATHER, FORGIVE THEM"

They jeered at him:"Save thyself," and "Come down from the cross.

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WHO KNOWS?

On that sad dayThree widows reached the parting of their ways.

THIS QUIET READING ROOM

O quiet room of rest and meditation,Of hope and silent prayer!How very close you are to God,How much you have to share!Your sheltering walls hold treasuresThat lead to happiness,To beauty, and to Love's perfectionAnd protectiveness.

A DISCIPLE'S PRAYER

Dear Father, on the altar of Thy loveI lay my simple offering tonight.

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Changing your world

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LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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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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FULFILLMENT

There is no time to waste or borrow,Looking back or toward tomorrow;Each day, each hour is the seasonIn which to think, repent, and reason.

THE ATTIC ROOM

(At Lynn where Mary Baker Eddy wrote Science and Health)

FOR A PRACTITIONER

I called for help tonight;your warm voice comforted me.

DISCIPLESHIP

The Master spoke,He questioned thrice, "Thou lovest me?

SOUND OF RAIN

Run , run ahead, swift feet,firm hands are holding the mantle;nothing can cause you to stumble,nothing can stop the free running,glad cry of the eager heart.

CAUSATION

So often, Father, I have given thanksFor understanding better how to pray,For countless blessings: healings, lessons learned,The times of listening that revealed Your way;Oh, now my heart is singing gratitude!Today, in demonstration, I can seeThat although I, through love, have chosen You,You first, dear Father Love, had chosen me.