Poems

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Revelation

NORA L. BROWN

The promise is, There shall be no night there;No darkened sense of fear that giveth pain,No false beliefs of hate or cold disdain,But thought redeemed through understanding prayer.
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Consecration

MILES BUCKSTON WATTS

O Love divine, what joy is mineTo work for Thee,Even to express Thy gentlenessAnd charity.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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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In His Love

EMILY C. WHITELAW

As the kindly shepherd watchesO'er his flock with tender care,So the heavenly Father keeps usIn His love, which all may share.

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Today

LULU M. WILLIAMS

Today God's loving care enfolds me,Today God's precious manna feeds me,Today God's sheltering arm protects me,Today my needs are met.
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My Own Song

MARY MARSHALL BROOKS

What if my song be such a simple songThat I, forgetting 'tis my own,May tempted be to one of loftier rangeOnly to find it rings not true in tone!What if the worldling's sneer should seek to checkThe song that wells up in my heart,And those I hold most dearThink, in these testing times,It has no part!Yet will I sing the song that is my own,And as I sing, with clearer, freer tone,Perhaps the love therein expressedMay comfort bring to some sad breast;Its note of warm compassion freeOne bound by sin, satiety;The gleam of truth it longs to bringMay help some burdened heart to sing,And in its train a vision brightOf man's dominion and his true birthrightOf Life and Truth and Love divine,That ever on his pathway shine.
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There Is No Death

BERNICE M. WELLS

There is no death: through the false mist I seeA vision clear of immortality;Of life bereft of sorrow, sin, and pain,Where hearts are glad and love is not in vain;Where man is seen as God made him to be—Forever ageless, joyous, pure, and free;Where each one has his place, his work, his call,For God doth reign supremely over all.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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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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Man

FANNY DE GROOT HASTINGS

Never fallen, always free,Garmented in majesty,Ray and image found in onePerfect Father's perfect son;Gentle, strong, and satisfied,Happy, active, occupied—Face to face with God's perfectionMan is wholly His reflection.
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Awake with Song

MARIAN J. COBB

Nature awakens with a song;Silence and sleep to the night belong;Melody heralds the birth of day,Carol and symphony, lilting lay,Bird oratorio, trilling clear,Summoned by call of the chanticleer;Dawn doth the curtain of night gently raise,And nature awakens to joy and praise.
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Resurrection

H. CLARA BUCK

Perhaps in the early morning,In the glow of the rising sun;Perhaps in the tranquil twilightWhen the fight is fought and won,Like fullness of joy after sorrow,Like dew on the thirsting flower,To a heart that is gentle and lovingWill come that radiant hour—When truth on its snowy pinionsLifts thought above sense and sod,In endless adorationTo walk alone with God.
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Vision

F. MILDRED RICKMAN

I prayed for sight; but in my thought was justThe joy of contemplating lovely thingsOf earth, and freedom, needing not to trustMaterial aids.
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Freely is Good Received

WILLIAM P. MC KENZIE

Freely is good received, by none should it be takenFrom him who clasps it, having need of more;Good gifts proceed from Love, the prodigal forsakenFinds at his home what kindness kept in store.
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This Be My Praise

CAROLINE L. DIER

How shal I praise Him?