Poems

THERE IS JOY

There is joy in evening stillness,And the first white violet,When the brook singsIn muted tones,In the sunset's afterglow.

ETERNAL SPRING

As stirring boughs put forth their bud and leaf,Unfolding in the warmth of springtime sun,The heart, resurgent, wakes from doubt and fearWhen God is found to be the only One,The One who offers love unlimited,Comforting tenderly His image, man.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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ASSOCIATION DAY

I hear a sweet summonsLike bells from afar.

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COURAGE

Who , more than Paul, had reason to regretPast errors and the havoc zeal had wrought?

JOY IS WITHIN

Joy comes not from earthly taleOf day's unfolded story,But from the inner chords of graceThat wake with heaven's glory.

UNFOLDMENT

Just as a bud within itselfEnfolds its fragrance, form, and hueAnd waits but on the warmth of sunTo bring its fullness into view,So shall we find in right idea,That comes to us from Mind divine,Inherent all the needed powerTo bring to bloom the full design.

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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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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

From Faculties indestructible

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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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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WHO WAIT RECEIVE

The people waited, it is said,Waited for him who soon or lateThey knew would come and raise their deadAnd designate their true estate.

GRACE

I longed to serve my God,but saw before meonly menial tasks.

SEEING ARIGHT

How shall I see my brother?

MORNING PRAYER

O Father Mind, help me to seeThat all true wisdom is of Thee,

"EXCEPT I SHALL SEE"

The glory of the resurrection mornWas lost to Thomas, who would not believeUntil the Master stood before him thereAmong the few assembled in his name.

THE SONG OF TRUTH

The voice of Truth sings through the harp of Mind.