Poems

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Sorrow, tears, complaint?...

Mary Christina Schmidt

Sorrow, tears, complaint?
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Love's Haven

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Tempestuous winds do blowO're the angry, restless sea:How sweet that I yet may knowLove keepeth mine and me!

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Inspiration

DAISY L. STWALLEY

At eventide I'm thinking of that night long years agoWhen wondering shepherds watched their flocks and saw avision glow;And e'en to me their vision comes—a glorious angel throng;My heart o'erflows with gladness, I hear the rapturous song;And as I listen, rapt before the Truth, the Life, the Love,the light,There surely now is born to me a Saviour dear tonight!

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Eventide

EMILY HOUSEHOLDEE

Weary of trying to soar,Weary of flying and falling,Nestlings are coming once moreHome to the mother-love's calling.
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Contentment

EVELYN SYLVESTER KNOWLES

To look upon the world with smiling eyes,To view my lot with joy, whate'er it seem,To know the truth, with all that this implies,To live, to act, not sit and idly dream:To envy none, to long for naught save thingsAbove the mortal, that shall satisfy,—Thus knows my heart the song contentment sings,And discontent shall pass unnoticed by.
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Only a Dream

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

Adam slept, and dreamed that space, all vocal with joy and song,Took form as birds that peopled the air and silenced the serpent of wrong.

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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.

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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 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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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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Humility

LOUISE KNIGHT WHEATLEY

When Andrew found the Christ, so long ago,He went to where his brother, on the sand,Mended the nets, and, Come with me, he said,A wondrous thing hath happened! Hand in handThey hurried back until they reached the placeWhere Jesus sat.
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Love's Bounty

MINNA MATHISON

This is the feast of Love, to knowThe Father's bounty all doth feed;That peace and joy forever flow,All unconfined by doubt or creed.
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The Christ-idea

MADGE M. ELDER

Not only to a fewLone shepherds of the fieldThe night with glory shone,The heavenly anthem pealed;Not only to one ageThat peace on earth, good will;Not only to one raceWas Christ born to fulfil.
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Desire

LAURA GERAHTY

If God we could but understandInstead of just believe,And take from out Love's proffered hand,What gems we might receive!
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Eventide

LAURA E. SARGENT

The fading glow of roseate lightStill lingers in the distant west;It touches gently haze–clad hillsAnd glimmers from their opaled crest.
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The little cares that fretted me,...

Anon

The little cares that fretted me,I lost them yesterdayAmong the fields above the sea,Among the winds at play,Among the lowing of the herds,The rustling of the trees,Among the singing of the birds,The humming of the bees;The foolish fears of what might come,I cast them all awayAmong the clover-scented grass,Among the new-mown hay,Among the hushing of the cornWhere drowsy poppies nod,Where ill thoughts die and good are born,Out in the fields with God.