Poems

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Thought-bells

LILLIAN BARKER BEEDE

Ring soft, ring low, thought-bells in my heart,For attuned by Love you're wingingAn angel-truth to some burdened one,That awakes to join your singing.
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O blessed means of ease, whereby to bring...

Arthur F. Fuller

O blessed means of ease, whereby to bringOur burdens, hopes, ambitions to His feetIn meekness, trusting in His mercy sweet,—The worthiness of our eternal King!Thus to the winds may we our worries fling,For faith is honored at the mercy-seat;According to His will must we entreat,For then the song of victory we may sing.

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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 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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Things Substantial

GERTRUDE TILDEN-THOMPSON

The artist true paints not the world he seesWith eyes grown dim at scanning faultful things;But to the landscape, face, and form he bringsThe eyes of soul, to him real nature's keys.

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"Thou art ever-present"*

LAURA GERAHTY

Out o'er a blood-stained field I wander far,To succor one I love and bring him home,Repeating still, through pain and death and war,"Thy kingdom come.
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Contrast

ALAN ALEXANDER DICK

At Truth's command forth from the tomb again, Whom the last foe had held four long sad days, One came; yet limited in many ways, Through human aid his freedom to attain.
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Only

MINNA MATHISON

It was only a drop of dewThat watered the heart of a rose ;But the rose bloomed out her gracious span,A thing of beauty and praise for man,In her fragrant garden close.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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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.

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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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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The Holy City

GERTRUDE RING HOMANS

For the sake of the city that is to be,Keep patient when things go wrong;The very one who displeases theeShall join his breve to the songWhich is swelling into a jubileeFrom the throats of a countless throng.
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Sunset Light

ANNA DEWEY-MC NUTT

Glad of the day! My day!It is not always bright;Not always do my roses bloom,Nor all my songs ring right.
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Understanding

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

O thou that seemest tossed by wind and waveOn error's threatening sea, nor succor nearTo lift thine anxious thought, o'erwhelmed with fear,And from the tempest in thine own heart save!Could thou but know thou art indeed no slave,Nor error real and potent; could appearUnto thy consciousness Truth's wondrous cheer,Unvanquished by aught evil, e'en the grave,—
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Mirage

MARTHA WEBSTER MERRIHEW

Behind a desert storm, the sea before,A heat-dim beach and vibrant air between;I glimpsed, then clear as thrown upon a screenA city, as of smoke, masked yonder shore.
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The Sower

EUGENIA M. FOSBERY

I planted once a seed and went my way.
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The Ego God

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

How golden is the sunshine that coaxes out the flowers! The sky is blue with fleecy clouds, the birds sing in the bowers,While children laugh in pure delight and love the happy hours:Oh, life is blooming everywhere, in gleams and glimpses glad and fair;We see it in its varied sheen, but back of all is Life unseen,And Life itself is God.