Poems

The Messenger

On a bare gray bough as gray as my heart,A little bird did sing.

The Dawn of Truth

AFTER the groping in darkness,The radiant light from above;After the fear and the doubting,The glory of infinite Love.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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I Thank Thee

I THANK Thee, Father-Mother God; I know Thou always hearest me.

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A Prayer

Dear Father, tend the garden of my thoughts,Thy dearest care,And uproot every weed and flower Thou hastNot planted there.

The Awakening

When in an early morning hourI gazed across the sky,Reflected there I saw the powerOf Him who reigns on high.

Heritage

Hail , son of God! I know thee as thou art;No faltering step, nor raiment mean and worn,No empty earth-bound dreams which fear impartCan veil the heritage to which thou 'rt born.

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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.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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 Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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Pouring in Oil and Wine

What am I pouring into a wounded world?

Knowledge

Only to know Thee,That is all we ask or need,To know Thee as Thou art,—A new and wondrous creed

To Him that Hath

If only midst our busy life that seemsAn endless toil of patient strife, there comesOne tiny understanding thought of God,Then all is well.

More than Conquerors

Wearying one, the struggle cease.

The Way, the Truth, the Life

Thou art the Way:O God, help me to go along Thy path,That I may patiently,With firm, unerring tread,Walk ever onwardWhere Thy love has led.

"Seek, and ye shall find"

What is this truth which makes us freeFrom sin and sickness, toil and care?