Poems

Sonship

The why of all my seeking has been found.

Soaring

Forgot I seemed, with none to careWhat blackness and what grim despairBecame my lot.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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Healing

When one has felt the influence of Love,Emerging from his earthly, finite shell,To touch the hem of Truth's own robe, 'tis wellThat he should ponder deep those things aboveEarth's understanding, seek to find the sourceAnd fountain-head from which has come to himThat peace which passes understanding, dimTo mortal sense.

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Now!

Our God shall wipe away all tears,Smooth furrows from the brow,Assurance give in place of fears,Not afterward—but now.

Morning

"This is the day which the Lord hath made.

Today

I wake and greet the morn with thoughts of Thee,Knowing Thy ever-presence leadeth me.

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Anthology of classic articles

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Shared reflections

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

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 Safety

A safe refuge

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

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Invitation of the Reading Room

To the tired travelerOn the dusty road,Wearied by the toiling,Burdened by the load,There's an invitationTo a feast divine;There's a voice that's saying:Stranger, come and dine!

Today

The day the Lord hath made is here.

Taught of God

Teach me to hear Thy voiceAmid the voices.

Home

Home is the consciousness of goodThat holds us in its wide embrace;The steady light that comforts usIn every path our footsteps trace.
As from the fitful sea the Lord returns,The sick folk press him close, and many poor,With others sad and weary, seek his help.

Substantiality

Can we inform the perfect MindOf aught He has not yet bestowedOf blessings—more than we accept?