Poems

Threefold

God's gift is Life: Himself! We should go straying,Hands full, hearts full, like happy children Maying;Glad of clear skies, or roses drenched with rain:His children, zestful of such radiant giving;His children, never knowing death or pain,—Caught close to Life—close, closer—in the living.

Truth's Voice

It seemed to me, in childhood's days,I heard a gentle voiceWhich helped to lighten all my waysAnd make my heart rejoice.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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Love Unchanging

Hush, little one.

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Thoughts for Each Hour

Wings in the sky at morning's shining gate,—the wings of wrath, the maniac wings of hate.

The Open Door

Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it.

A Song of Joy

There sings in my heart from day to dayA joyous thought which clings alway,And lifts me above earth's cares and fears,Till I seek no more the place of tearsBut find my hope to courage grown,Remembering Love's sure care for His own.

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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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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 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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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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The Hills

I looked upon the steadfast hills,And prayed that I might growAs grand as they; their strength—it fillsMy heart with rev'rence so!

Shadows

WHEN shadows fall, soft doth the evening foldHer veil of purple o'er the weary west,Homeward a swallow flies to guard its nestTill night is melted in the morning's gold.

Darkness Dispelled

'Tis said that God is good; yet men believeHe who is Love divineDoth send them sorrow, pain, all things that grieve;This gloomy creed's not mine.

The Prince of Peace

When thou in lowliness of heart dost waitOn Love, for answer to thy pleaArt list'ning for my voice, my will to know,—My peace I give.

Ever-presence

I need Love's healing cup, earth's thirst to quell;Truth's strong, sure staff upon my upward way;To hear Thy voice, with cheering tones to tellThere is no night in God's eternal day.

Love's with Thee

In error's night, o'ercast with fear,When tossed on earth's tempestuous sea,When seemed no hope of succor near—A voice said gently, Love's with thee!