Poems

Bethlehem

Through the night a star has beamed;O'er the dark a ray has gleamed.

Mother-Love

O Love divine, that gavest me my sight,Grant me, in gratitude, from just this hourTo see aright.

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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 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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O Love Divine

Teach me to know Thy way, O Love divine,That I may walk therein and never stray;That I may ever feel my hand in Thine,Leading me upward to the perfect day.

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The Way

No matter where the way may be,My loving Father guideth me.

Heaven

If we would find that gladsome placeWhere Love alone is King,We must from out our hearts effaceEach least unholy thing.

Communion

"And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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 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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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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Thanksgiving

Oh, lift thy voice to God in praiseFor starlit nights and radiant days,For harvest fields with bounty spread—Earth's symbol of "our daily bread.

Humble Desire

Dear Lord, if mine be not the voice to sing Thy praiseIn mighty anthem whose reverb'rant toneEchoes throughout the sky, and rises higherWith grand crescendo as it seeks Thy throne,Then let me sing, perhaps at eventide,A song of hope, and send it forth to meetThe heart of one whose weary, wandering feetHave missed the way; who through the long, dark yearsNo song of faith has sung to banish fears.

A Clearer Vision

The mountain peak that seemed so far away,Is growing nearer as we journey on;The mist that seemed to hide the light of day,Is disappearing with the coming dawn.

"Be still, and know"

"Be still, and know"That God is God.

The Way

Except your pen should gild a thought with beauty;Except your soul should sing within your song;Excepting that your inmost sense of dutyShould strive the tone of goodness to prolong;Excepting, in a word, your heart's desireWere honestly to give the world its due,Far better, heart, to quench the hidden fire,Than, speaking, thus bring more of ill to view.

A Weaver

From day's early dawning till night's dusky fingersLet down o'er a weary world curtains of gloom,A weaver, designing his life's varied pattern,Was toiling and weaving at time's heavy loom;His shuttle was filled with the gay, brilliant colorsOf youth's luring passions, ambitions, and love;And into a rainbow-hued fabric he wove them,With never a shade from the gray clouds above.