Poems

Healing

Thou dost not need to spend thy life in woe,—No will but mortals' ever willed it so.

The Rule of Mind

Ruler of every world and star,Thou holdest man and beast and flowerIn the safe shelter of Thy power,And leadest lovingly and far.

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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 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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A Dream

The night with dreams was filled, with terrors dread,And real unto my slumbering sense did seem:Oh, what a world that did with specters teem,As in the chamber of the living dead!I sought to flee, but could not turn my head,Fast bound within the fetters of the dream,When, lo! amid the darkness there did gleamA ray of light: behold, the dream had fled!

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Thine is the Kingdom

Thine is the kingdom; so where'er we lookAll things bespeak a Father's loving care;Decay and discord, sin, disease, and death—No dark dream shadows find a refuge there.

To Solitude

"The world is too much with us; late and soon.
What is more wonderful than answered prayer?

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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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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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 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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Thy habitation, O most High,Invisible to mortal eye,To sense so far and yet so near,The secret place,—Thy presence here.

Tonight

No herald bells proclaim this nightA welcome to the King,Yet through the darkness of despairThe angels softly sing.

Truth's Vestal Dawn

The very hills 'round Bethlehem teemed with song.

Gratitude

I THANK thee, Father! O that I might knowThe meaning of those gracious words, that flowFrom humble hearts up to the eternal fountOf Love; and thence, returning, do anointThe brows of pain with peace, and to the gloomOf earth-bound prisons bring light's balm and bloom!

A Reading from Nature

Drifting in from the moaning sea,Over the beach and the tide-pooled lea,The gray fog shuts down drearilyOn all my world;Till the outer bar is a distant sound,And the children's tent but a misty mound,And the trees dim sentries set around,Their standards furled.

Sympathy

We watch beside some weary sufferer's bed,And bitter, blinding tears of pity shed.