Poems

"Unselfed love"

"Unselfed love"!Oh, thought so often phrased while still unlived!And yet, through thy expression true aloneMan doth receive directly power divine.

God is All-in-All

Fear not the darkest hour,There is no night.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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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There is to be a Dawn

Neighbor no more shall teach his fellow-neighbor,Brother no more shall teach his brother-man,Saying, "Know the Lord," for all shall know their Saviour:There is to be a dawn.

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Gratitude

Oh, what is gratitude?

Gratitude

The struggle o'er,The victory won—No more to fear the passing night;For lo,The morning sun!
Awake ! Arise! Leave sleep and dreams!God's children know no dreaming;There is no sin and suffering,Where Truth and Love are beaming.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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Shared reflections

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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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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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"What manner of love"!

Behold what love! What wondrous love, indeed,Hath God bestowed on him whom He calls son!A Father-Mother-love that meets each need,A love that strengthens till each fight is won!

Love's Omnipresence

There is nor time nor place where Love is not.

Love's Requirement

Has thy brother aught against thee?

The Witness

These things have fallen away, and here I stand—The world, the flesh, and all the flesh can bring—And I look down on them as some dead thingThat cannot reach me now, nor touch my hand!Prolong this moment, Lord, ere I descendThe mount; ere lictors of the EmperorHale me again before Cæsar, or beforeThe lions of the arena! Send, oh, sendThine angels once again, that I may dwellIn heaven, and know—e'en in th'arena—it is well!

Self

O self, that blindeth till I cannot see;Till pains of sense encompass me!O self! without thee thought might flyOn pinioned wings, to dwell on high.

Bethlehem To-day

On a night of stars and singingA babe is born,Wrapt in humility,And cherished tenderly,And safely carried into EgyptFrom the wrath of Herod.