Poems

LISTENING

Jesus suffered not the devils to speak.

YIELDING

That hard core of resistancemelts awayunder sunlight of Truth.

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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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DRAGONS FOR UNREAL

That serpent was so little,so subtle, I hardly noticed it,but now it's a virtual dragon!So?

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TRUTH'S SPIRAL

From whatever stepon the upward stairI reach for His handI find Him there.

OF SEEKING AND FINDING

Anxiety is sown in the obscure!Cast fears aside at once, pause not nor wait.

God Is Love

Hurts are not real.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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"BUT WHERE ARE THE NINE?"

Picture them waking next morning,skin clear as sunlight, to realize;"We never once bothered to thank him!

LOVE'S LAW

Surfacetensionwas not the forceholding Jesusabove the tempest

"...EVEN UNTO THE END OF THE WORLD"

They sayhe isalmost 2,000 yearspast now.

THE WAY TO EMMAUS

Oh, my heart burned within meon the way to Emmaus.

FRUITFUL VINE

In primordial gardenclinginggrowingunto You, my husbandman,God,

SURE MERCIES

are mine,for I am pursued byGod's goodness,nor could I escape if I would.