Poems

Reflection

Have I a word of hope and cheer?

Let Me Remember Beauty

The tender curve of little moons,A flock of birds against the blue,The flame of peach trees in the spring,The mountain's far extended view;The gracious smile, the gentle word,The kindly action—let these beWithin my heart a well of joySymbolic of Life's harmony.

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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 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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Grace for To-day*

Grace for to-day! Oh, may we knowThe joy these words imply,That as the seed of love we sow,We reap our true supply.

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Bounty

My Father knows my need: I am content.

The Reading Room

An upper room for me prepare,Our mighty Master gently said,I'll eat with my disciples there.

Morning

Oh, what a beautiful, dewy, early morning!See reflections of boats and wharves in the mirroring bay!And oh, how beautiful, too, is Truth's bright dawning,With God's ideas under His constant, beneficent sway!

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Anthology of classic articles III

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Shared reflections

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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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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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My Father's Voice

Within the secret precincts of my heart—So deeply welled not e'en mine eyes may see—There bides a voice which of mine own seems part,So oft I hear it softly speak with me.

Love's Joy

As roses from the one great GiverOf all lovelinessReceive their beauty,And, as theyGive out impartially to all alikeThe selfsame color, shape, and charming fragrance,Giving and ever giving without wearinessTheir sweetness to the atmosphere around,So let me also share with one and allThe deep unfailing joy God gives to me,That it may permeate the atmosphere of thoughtWith universal, spiritual tenderness,And bring to troubled senseSoul's dear delight.

Gladness

I shall begin each sunlit morn anew,And go in joyousness the whole day throughWith gratitude for every lovely thing—My step shall lighter be, my heart shall sing.

Evening

Dear Father, in this twilight hourI bring a load of sorrow,The longings still unsatisfied,The fears about to-morrow.

Thy Will for Me

What is Thy will for me to-day?
There is a quiet sanctuary of peaceWhere all may enter in.