Poems

Sand, or Rock?

A certain house was builded fair to see,With massive walls and stately towers,Which through the passing sunlit hoursEchoed the sound of joyous minstrelsy.

The Awakening

And can it be but yesterday the Magdalene was I?

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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The worm that clothes the monarch spins no flaw,The coral builder works by heavenly law.

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God is All

Life has become so sweet,Each day with joy I greet,—God is my all.

Today

Today the gentle violetA soft assurance bears,Because the morning sun arose,And dried her dewy tears.

Creation

Darkness upon the deep,—bowed down with sorrow,Discouragement, and grief, and bitter tearsFor all that seemed to be.

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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.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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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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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THE PILGRIM

His banner over me is Love,And daily on my way I proveThe sureness of His leading;A cloak invisible it is,In which through midst of enemiesI pass unseen, unheeding.

"HE FEEDETH AMONG THE LILIES"

Why feed upon the bread of sorrow,The bitter griefs, the memories of the past,When here and now, today and each tomorrow,Christ giveth thee fresh food to break thy fast?

SYMPATHY

When sorrow comes to one I love,I would not dareTo send mere words of sympathy;I need must careEnough to send a message of good cheer,To tell the loved one that all good is here.

WORK

Oh , work for the love of work, my friend,If joy your heart would know,For work, true work, is a thing divine,—God's love in its overflow!Like to a bird in flight and song,Like to a child in laugh and play,This to your life is work, my friend,—God's blessing on each perfect day!

MY CHOICE

My God, no human touch I crave,But oh, may I Thy presence feel,Closer than clasped hands,In selfless love that stretches wingO're fear-bound hearts, and works to heal!

AT EVENING

The master artist, with sure hand,His long brush-strokes of rose and grayHas swept across the evening sky;A hush falls on the evening landAs daylight slips awayIn perfect blend of tint and tone;The little vagrant breezes sigh:How soft the shadows are!Above the tree-tops, bright and lone,Out slips one star!