Poems

Prophecy

In God's good time the sunlight clearWill flood our paths with gleaming gold,And all the griefs of yester-yearIn gladness and great joy unfold:White blooms will spread their fragrance farO'er wide, wide fields of wrong,And sober woodland silencesBreak into silver song.

Sand, or Rock?

A certain house was builded fair to see,With massive walls and stately towers,Which through the passing sunlit hoursEchoed the sound of joyous minstrelsy.

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Anthology of classic articles

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From Freedom from addiction

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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The Awakening

And can it be but yesterday the Magdalene was I?

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The worm that clothes the monarch spins no flaw,The coral builder works by heavenly law.

God is All

Life has become so sweet,Each day with joy I greet,—God is my all.

Today

Today the gentle violetA soft assurance bears,Because the morning sun arose,And dried her dewy tears.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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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 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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Creation

Darkness upon the deep,—bowed down with sorrow,Discouragement, and grief, and bitter tearsFor all that seemed to be.

THE PILGRIM

His banner over me is Love,And daily on my way I proveThe sureness of His leading;A cloak invisible it is,In which through midst of enemiesI pass unseen, unheeding.

"HE FEEDETH AMONG THE LILIES"

Why feed upon the bread of sorrow,The bitter griefs, the memories of the past,When here and now, today and each tomorrow,Christ giveth thee fresh food to break thy fast?

SYMPATHY

When sorrow comes to one I love,I would not dareTo send mere words of sympathy;I need must careEnough to send a message of good cheer,To tell the loved one that all good is here.

WORK

Oh , work for the love of work, my friend,If joy your heart would know,For work, true work, is a thing divine,—God's love in its overflow!Like to a bird in flight and song,Like to a child in laugh and play,This to your life is work, my friend,—God's blessing on each perfect day!

MY CHOICE

My God, no human touch I crave,But oh, may I Thy presence feel,Closer than clasped hands,In selfless love that stretches wingO're fear-bound hearts, and works to heal!