Poems

Arising at Dawn

A little burden traveled through the air,And as it flew from troubled heart to heart,It grew and magnified each little careWhich mortal thought had made of it a part.

The Test

Were actions weighed within a scaleBy Truth, oh, which would beThe proofs that Christ with joy would hail,Of Christianity?

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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 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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How beautiful the feet of thoseWho on the mount of holy praiseHave walked above the vale of woes,To aid the toiler on his ways!—Not on the mount of holy lightTo live alone in calm repose,But ever lifting into sightThe blind, who in a vale of woesAre striving to attain the height,And wrestling with their phantom foes.

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Resurrection

Why look we to another worldFor heaven's glory to appear,When now on every side unfurled,Are tokens telling God is here?

Wayside Hymn

Father divine, Thou giv'st our dower:We taste the wine of Love,And in Thy presence every hour,With heart elate, find needful power,The strength that lifts above.

"Songs in the night"

A song may sing its simple wayWhere sermons fail to reach;A song sometimes the heart may stayWhen prophets vainly preach.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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.

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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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The Pine

Commanding and rugged rises the sturdy shaft of the pinetree.

Awakening!

How harsh the din of worldly strife!How grievous mortal hate and fear!But'mid the tumult, calm and clear,A voice awakes to holier life.

"In quiet resting-places"

Within Thy gentle solitudes,O Love, I come and wait and rest,Knowing Thy pure beatitudesWill well reward my weary quest.

Truth's Ministry

I sowed a little plot of life with weeds,Nor ever dreamed that they would bring me sorrow,But fateful winds arose and blew their seedsFar out across the fields of my tomorrow.

In the Mountains

I heard a lonely shepherd wind his hornUpon the stillness of an alpine morn,And heavenly fantasies from rock and dellPoured down in echoes to his humble cell,As though upon some organ strange and fairA seraph played, in the pure upper air.

"The Prince of Peace"

He comes! The world may clamor as it will,And war's wild tumult sound its loud alarms,Till nation after nation hears the shrillInsistent echoing, "To arms! To arms!"He comes! Already that fair morning's charms,When Spirit's mandate bade the darkness flee,Unfold, dispersing every mist that harms,And fear that gendereth dread enmity.