Poems

If Only We Could See

If only we could always seeThat these great mountains which appearTo bar the path for you and meAre insubstantial mounds of fear!

Bartimaeus

Of skies at dawn men's voices tell,Of sun-drenched meadows, blossom bright,Of moonlight's white, enchanted spell—The while he walks through moonless night.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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Morning

Sometimes the night seems long and drear,But morning brings the sun's bright beams;Then we forget the hours of nightWith all their troubled thought and dreams.

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My Prayer

Oh, wondrous inner flame that lights my way,That guards my every faltering step and guides,That ever in my heart of hearts abides,And gives me rest and comfort day by day.

Communion

Up to the infinite source of our being,Faith is ascending, triumphant, today;Bright are its visions of God, ever present,Lifting our thought from the clod and the clay.

Be Still

Amidst the earthquake and the fire,     The storms of temper and self-will,The gusts of passion and desire,     Teach me to listen and be still,

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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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 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 Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Still with Thee

When I awake I am with Thee,And know the nothingness of dreamsAs through a glass I darkly seeThat matter is not what it seems.

Glorified

I have so often thought of him—That man of old who was born blind,Who never once had seen the dawnPour down the dusky purple hillsLike liquid gold spilled slowly fromThe brimming goblet of the sun;Who never once had watched unfoldThe petaled beauty of a flower,Or seen the pearly lovelinessA new moon forms against the night.

Today

This is the day the Lord hath made—Blest revelation,That each glad moment unafraidHolds our salvation.

Truth's Reappearing

Into a world forlornA promised babe was born,Brought forth because the fireOf Israel's great desireTo know God's surety,Was wed to purity.

Reality

Only the good is real.

Judaean Song

The western sun went down in goldThat night in Palestine;The woolly sheep slipped to their fold,The softly moving kineDropped down behind their shelter barsWhile shepherds watched beneath the stars.