Poems

To love means more,Much more,Than giving warm embraceOr voicing deep concern.

I am healed!

How beautiful the words, "I am healed!"Joy-filled heartsthanking God;practitioner and patient togetheron Horeb heightsing praisefor Truth revealed.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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Love's tender reign

The meadows of childhoodhint glimpse of infinity.

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Just a minute

God never saysanything like that.

Correction

Birth is not beginning.

No need for grief

I do not need to grieve for you, my friend;you are the shining of the Light that never dims;Soul's song cannot be silenced nor unsung.

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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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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Demonstration

Leaning on staffs earned yesterday,advancing through present proof,I find the same familiar rod—perfect, eternal truth.

I hear the upward run

of sweet-sap springtime.

"It never was"

"It cannot be," "It never was,"Yet error lingered on,'Til Love divine dissolved the lieAnd "never was" was gone.

"Night airs"

The night is full of the soundof tinny transistorsplayed in the dark by the lonelywho lie in their beds, sleepless and sad,seeking comfort in quizzesand pop and a friendly voicerecounting the dire, the deadlynews of the worldas it spins to another dilatory dawn.

Eternity now

Just now.

Resting

I rest today in green pastures,trusting my Shepherd,loving His way,knowing He keeps me with Him today.