Poems

OUR MASTER PROPHET

Destroy the law, the prophets?
How glad we are for this loved roomWherein the heart may bring to bloomRefreshing thoughts that spell releaseAnd unreal cares replace with peace.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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CANA

You saw the water redding,Traveler, at Cana?

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PRAYER FOR COMMUNION SUNDAY

I lay my heart on the altar of Love.

GUIDANCE

I sought by human will one dayTo walk the path in my own way,But wisdom bade me pause and waitFor Mind's unfailing light to guideMe in the narrow way and straightWith Love's own presence at my side.

ETERNITY

We have eternity.

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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ONE

With but one God, and that one good,We know our Father's motherhood.

HE PURGETH IT

Is it for this I am wounded?

GOD'S GIFT

We seemed to live within a crumbling worldWhere honest work brought no abiding gainAnd where, adventuring, all our schemes were hurledAs dust to dust—our labor spent in vain.

I COULD REJOICE

Although there seemed to beearth tears for me.

LOVE ALONE IS POWER

Put up thy sword.

A PRAYER

Let all that is unlike Truth witheras the rootless treeAnd vain advice be still.