Poems

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THE AWAKENING

L. ADELAIDE SHERMAN.

After the storm had passed, I raised mine eyesTo view the wreck.
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THE UPWARD PATH

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Come , weary traveler, rest a moment here:That which thou vainly seekest now is near;Not by yon earthly path thy hope is found,Nor in earth's gloomy vale shall peace abound.

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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.

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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COULD I FIND THE WORDS TO UTTER

HON. CLARENCE A. BUSKIRK

Could I find the words to utter,—Words with wings that never tire,—Into darkened hearts they'd flutter,Bright with heavenly dew and fire,And the earth would glow with gladness and the veryheavens be nigher.

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DEATH SLAIN

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH

Would you the truth decipher and discernAbout the lie of lies?
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LOVE OMNIPOTENT

MARY BEECHER LONGYEAR

Love's eyelids never close,All good God sees;Love's ears can only hearLife's harmonies;Love's mouth uncloses onlyThe truth to speak,Whose perfume spreads abroadTo charm the meek.
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"IT SUFFICETH US"

LAURA GERAHTY

I seek for Thee, O Truth, I seek for Thee!As thirsting creatures to the fountain flyAnd earth-dimmed eyes strain for the cloudless sky,So my heart longs its need to satisfy.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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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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RECOMPENSE

EMMA GOODMAN.

Dark the night with cloud of sorrow,With tear-dimmed vision of tomorrow,—So much of joy and hope had fled;When unto me the still voice said,Read thou the Word,—"She is not dead"!'Tis but a darkling dream.
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LOVE'S LIGHT

EDMUND K. GOLDSBOROUGH, JR.

Love's light is here, though storms may seem to beatAnd clouds to hover o'er the rugged way;Yet Truth's pure beams reveal the perfect day,And we may rest forever at Christ's feet.
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THE FISHERS

PRISCILLA C. GOODWYN

Sea-beaten, weary, toiling through the nightThe "children" came, grief-burdened with their loss.
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ASCRIPTION

ROBERT DE BRUCE.

Praised be the God of love, of light divine!Be praised, thou Spirit of abundant lifeWhose noon is now, whose dawn was when the ChristOn earth the real in the ideal did blend!To Thee, whose light streams forth from realms of lightIn glorious joy, fulfilling hope, and withThe radiant force of Truth's all-healing powerDost flow into our lives, revealing eachLike Christ, Thy child, fair, upright, pure and free:To Thee be might, dominion, majesty!
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PRAYER

KATHARINE J. SMITH.

I crossed a road where wild pathetic roses fellAt feet of fleeting June, whose fingers magicalDrew resinous charm from flow'ring Gilead's balm;I mourned that I had missed the petals' full-blown grace,Yet on a tide of summer air,Faint attar, presence-like and rare,Breathed that the rose hath life beyond her rooted place.
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HOLD ON!

ROSE HENNIKER HEATON.

Hold on, O sailor, to the broken mast,Hold fast!Grip tight, though both your hands grow numb and coldStill hold!Though blinded by the spray—your strength nigh gone,Hold on!For lo! no farther than yon floating buoyI hear the bosun's cheery—Ship ahoy!