Poems

THE NIGHT IS GONE

Joyous, now, I claim my freedom;It is mine as God's own son.

LOOK UP

Because I walked with lowered gazeIntent upon the ground.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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REPENTANCE

There is a law of Truth and Love that breaksThe chains of sin and leaves man free to rise,Uncumbered by the weight of past mistakes.

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I KNOW

It matters not what others think of me,It matters not what others seem to see;I only know that I am God's own son.

THE LECTURE AUDIENCE

Again , as on the shore of Galilee,The multitude is waiting to be fed,Waiting by time's ever-ebbing seaThe breaking of imperishable bread.

VICTORY

Must we shut Love from out our livesFor evil shown,Terming it weakness?

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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 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 Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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TODAY

Today , dear God,Help me to seeMy fellow manAs made by Thee,

A LIBRARIAN'S TESTIMONY

So long he stood before the window, gazingIntently, small face earnest as he read,That one inside the Reading Room who watchedWent out to him at last and gently said,"What are you reading?
What is this height from other heights apartThat he ascended whose pure way I seek?

TIME NO LONGER

The dreamy past, the future we would scan,hold nothing more than now can give to man.

SECURITY

Nought of joy has vanishedWith the fleeting days.

TREASURY

Weary , my heart, and spent in the service of others?