Poems

Invitation of the Reading Room

To the tired travelerOn the dusty road,Wearied by the toiling,Burdened by the load,There's an invitationTo a feast divine;There's a voice that's saying:Stranger, come and dine!

Today

The day the Lord hath made is here.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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Taught of God

Teach me to hear Thy voiceAmid the voices.

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Home

Home is the consciousness of goodThat holds us in its wide embrace;The steady light that comforts usIn every path our footsteps trace.
As from the fitful sea the Lord returns,The sick folk press him close, and many poor,With others sad and weary, seek his help.

Substantiality

Can we inform the perfect MindOf aught He has not yet bestowedOf blessings—more than we accept?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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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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Unto the Light

Because Thou hast made the rays of Truth to shineInto my darkened thought,I shall arise with every battle fought,Unto the light—Into the freedom of Thy truth divine.

Thy Wilderness Shall Joyful Be

Wide spaces of a distant land forlorn,Dim in the world's gray morn,Darkness without a star, without a light,Nor shade, nor shelter, in the scorching sunOf midday heat—and when the day is doneLoneliness, fear, and doubt come with the night!And yet, the seer of oldIn shining words foretold,The wilderness shall blossom as the rose,Joy in the solitary place shall be—Instead of thorns shall grow the myrtle tree—And shadow of a rock for your repose.

My Need

Dear God, my need is great:The battle long; the nightOf doubt and fear o'erwhelming;Thou, Father, givest light.

Beatitude

Like summer rain that falls on parched ground,Like morning dew that freshens bud and flower,Is that refreshing peace the loved one foundWho sat at Jesus' feet to learn his power.
Above the city's hurry, strain, and stress,May all who seek find sanctuary here;Feel the Christ-presence in this atmosphere,Potent today to heal and save and bless.

True Inheritance

The Father speaks to thee:O son of Mine,Thou hast a glorious heritage—All that I have is thine!