Poems

Dreamer, Awaken

We dream at night-time, and our dreamsAre hurried, harried travels, misconceivedFrom daytime's actualities.

Radiant Day

He who rides the winds of timeMeasuring hoursDarkens day;As a lighted lamp gone out,So is that day.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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After Treatment

The substance and the inspiration last:The work is of the present, not the past.

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By the Christ-Road

Do you think to help His might?

Sanctuary

This day I make my homeWhere thoughts of quiet, come.

God Waits

God waits.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

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

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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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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Come Home

My son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine;Thy brother left my house of love, his heritage divine,And sought in alien lands afar the recompense of life;My son, thy brother found not peace but suffering and strife.

Undisturbed

When we are glad within, though sense would sayOur world is bleak and all our skies are gray,We surely then have touched the fringe of heaven,And tasted joys that Spirit, Soul, has given.

Not Missing

Dear one, lose not your faith and joy,For he is God's own child—that boyCounted as missing.

One Simple Prayer

Oh, I have learned the joy it is to walkWith Love divine and let the dear Christ talk;To listen, ere I take my outlined way,And know Mind leads me each unfolding day.

How Great Is That Beauty!

How great is that beauty, the beauty of Mind,Each thought ever loving, its law always kind.

The Closed Door

Prayer is a temple,A quiet place where I may goFor rest and peace.