Poems

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.

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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 Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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What is more wonderful than answered prayer?

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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.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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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 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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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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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.

Waiting

There sat alone at eventide,Outside a great church door,A ragged outcast of the street,Sin-stained and sick and poor.

Love's Presence

Seems dark and lone the way?

Unmoved

A GIFT of love and joy so bright, so pure,—Roses and heliotrope, gay and demure.