Poems

Love's Recompense

I never smelt the woods so sweet,I never saw the birds so fleet,Until I stooped and washed the feetOf a weary brother of mine.

The Awakening

First came the hungriness:The costly foods and wines which had been his,So long as he had wherewithal to pay,Were now denied him; and the tasteless husks,Left by the swine which he was set to tend,He dared not take to still the hunger-pang.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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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Child of God

Hark, child of God!This babbling mortal is not thy true self,The image pure of Love!

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The Light of Life

When a man shall come in his journeyTo the mythical threescore and ten,Should he yield consent to a mortal lawThat would limit the lives of men?

An Open Door

An open door into the treasure house of Truth,God hath before thee set;Thou shalt go in and out, and gather priceless pearlsTo pay the world's great debt.

Revelation

Give me, O God, the strength to standUpon the hill of Calvary,And watch the temple's veil be rent,In silence giving praise to Thee.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

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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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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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Gethsemane

His cup was bitter.

My Gift

From secret faults, Lord, cleanse Thou me.

Immanuel—"God with us"

Groweth the journey toilsome?

Illuminated Manuscript

Give me the outlook free and highOf glowing sun, of arching sky,Of soaring bird on lifted wing,Of every laughing, dancing thing,From pattering drops to waving grain,From sky to earth, and back again.

Pilgrims of God

ONWARD we go, pilgrims of God! The South giveth up, and the great Northland; The hordes of the East and the West unite; From the peaceful plains and the mountain slopes, The faithful hear and onward go.
HE stood alone, The Master of us all! And no one heard The wistful human call; His longing for One understanding heart Brought no response; And as he knelt apart, He turned to God, To find in Him alone His need supplied, The Christ supreme—God's own!