Poems

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It doesn’t matter what the senses claim.

All that I am 

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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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LOVE 

Long dry spell … little inspiration … few healings …    a whole lot of turmoil … a DROUGHT.

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A book on Christian healing,1 a new-old message revealingGod’s love for man and unsealingthe gates of New Jerusalem.

Now 

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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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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Healing 

is not a distant promisenor hope for change someday;it is an eternal factof God’s harmony now in play.

Today I prayed … 

Dear Father-Mother 

We are Your ever-eager nestlings,sheltered beneath heavenly wing;precious, guarded, clearly feedingfrom Your perfect Word, needingonly good that You’re bestowingfor our upward-forward going.

every face seen 

it is not a downfallthat i hope forhow would that suffice?

When shadows gather 

Dear Father-Mother God, I see my spiritual selfhood reflecting You, but oh, this shadow sense that pursues my weary faith—when will it grow beautifully less?