Poems

Pillars of Wisdom

Towering aloft in her temple,Supporting her structure of light,Wisdom hath builded her pillars,Seven of immeasurable height.

The Reading Room

This quiet spot, this sheltered place,With welcome restFrom weary mortal strain,Gives refuge where the seeker canHis peace and strength regain.

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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 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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One Hour

Material things were crying for attention;They threatened to monopolize the day.

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I Have Today

I have today, my Father, all of nowIn which to know Thy presence and Thy power,To cease lament for lost and fruitless hour.

Tomorrow's Need

I thought that I had lost a piece of gold.

Highways

God's highways stretch before usOur upward step to lead;No one can curb our going,Or quick advance impede.

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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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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.

From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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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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True Motherhood

My child and I have always been.

Playthings

I've seen a mother, bending, kiss her son,Taking from him,Lest they should cause distress,A piece of glass, a colored bead, a stone;His tightening fingers curve like a shellAround those joys until,Drawn by the love within his mother's eyes,He suddenlyDrops all his dangerous toysAnd lifts both hands to touch his mother's face.

Love's Necessity

My Father needs me,Just as I need Him.

Love's Covenant

Great peace have they who steadfast clingTo God when famine grips the land;Nought shall despoil their harvesting,For Truth and Life are in command.

On Leaving Sunday School

In tents full twenty years did dwellThe growing youth of Israel.

Verity

Confused When those we lovePass from our view, we pray,Protest death's presence; turn to GodAs light;