Poems

HOME

How perfect is the home we have!Mind builds it first in consciousness;Reveals it now through pure ideasOf harmony and righteousness.
Athirst for healing Truth and Love,I listened to the speaker's wordsOf God's all-power, unfailing law,His tender, ever-loving careThat reaches out, enfolding all.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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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THE COMFORTER

Then dance, my heart, and turn away from tears;The Comforter with love has set me free.

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DOUBT DISSOLVED

"Three in One"—the mystic sign:"Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

LOVE EXPRESSED

It isn't the lovein the motto or creed.

"FEED MY SHEEP"

"Feed my lambs," the Master said.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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PRAYER FOR A JOURNEY

Dear Father, as I journey toward EmmausI pray no mortal seeming cloud my eye,Lest—willful, heedless—I should meet my brotherAnd, seeing not Love's image, pass Christ by.

BARS OF SENSE

In the deep and throbbing stillness of the night, when sleepDeserts me, I ask,How should I feel if I were imprisoned and if no one cared?

PAUL

Foreign thingsMet rebuffOn Mars' Hill,When an orator errant,With Roman warrant,In accent odd—Touch of Cilician—Harangued the populace,Hard by the Acropolis,Whose vestureShone,Pediment and portal,In beauty mortal.

HE CANNOT ESCAPE LOVE

Should your brother choose to strayBy the valley road,Walk with him a little way,Ease him of his load.

MY SON

"Son , come home.

LOVE YOUR ENEMIES

"Pray for them which.