Poems

Undimmed

It is a night hung dark with clouds;But let a wind ariseTo blow away the storm,And lo, in steadfast calmWill march the StarsAs they are marching even nowUpon their radiant way,Shining—undimmedAbove the storm-bound world.

The Awakening

How helpless was I once, the prey of error,Pursued by fear;Dark pictures drove me into states of terrorLike hounds the deer.

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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 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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Concord

"In the order of Science, in which the Principle is above what it reflects, all is one grand concord.

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God Cares for You

God cares for you! What makes you fearRebuff or sorrow, storm or tear?

My Work

What is my work?

Freedom

Around me lie such sordid things,A brother's failures and despair,But overhead the thrushes flitA-singing through the fragrant air.

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Shared reflections

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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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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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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Along the Way

I can hear the angels singingAs I walk along the road,Even though my steps are wearyAnd I bear a heavy load.

Where Dwellest Thou?

The loved disciple tells the gentle taleOf how the Baptist stood one golden day,And Jesus passed.

"Blessed are they"

Behold a room and ten men gathered there,With doors fast shut because they feared the Jews,Who had but three days earlier crucifiedThe loved companion who had talked with themAs ne'er man talked before; had healed the sick,Raised up the dead, and cheered the sorrowing!
Yes , they who seek Thee surely find Thee, Lord.

Secure

In Him I live! I cannot fail to proveThat blest abode is safe and sure retreatWhen mortal dreams would claim with perjured senseThe loss of health, and hope, and dower of love.

Omnipresence

God is primal, is ultimate Presence.