Poems

Our Leader

Your midnight skies were wet with many a tear,Your sun, your moon, your very stars were gone;This was the hour most potent, though most drear,For even then the rhythms of the dawnWere pulsing through the dark, until there cameAcross your skies of grief a vibrant flame.

My Prayer

O Father-Mother , hear my prayerFor grace to do Thy will.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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Loveliness

Wouldst thou lovely be?

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Awakening

I stand alone in shadows gray,As morning wakes to golden light;I stand alone with outstretched arms,To greet a day of promise bright.

Soul-filled Years*

What are years?

Kindness

Kindness seeks no recompenseFor word, or thought, or deed;Brighter eyes and lighter stepsAll other thanks exceed.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

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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.

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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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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There is No Time

There is no time;Eternal winds are blowingAbout thee now;Oh, heed their gentle touchAnd rest in Love, forever knowingThere is no time!

Our Sufficiency

Enough of Love to heal us every day,Enough of joy to cheer us on our way,Enough of Truth to be our strength and stay!

Love's Likeness

If we aspire to love arightOur brother, ever knowingThat Christ is man's true prototype,His name on all bestowing,

Love's Channels

Far on the other side of arid wasteWhich stood betwixt my brother-man and me,I saw him stand and, bowed in deep distress,Reach out his hands and call imploringly.

The Promise

They must have felt, who saw him first in Nazareth,The power of Life that waits to triumph over death.
One of the gifts the Wisemen brought to the little Lord Jesuswas gold;Poured they out at his baby feet a treasure of wealth untold;Naught recked he of the wealth they bore—nor yet doth he care to-dayFor golden store, save grateful hearts their gifts on his alter lay.