Poems

THE CHORD AND THE FLOWER

The gray mists rose from the river,The white mists rose from the sea,And, inland swirling in silence,They swallowed the shore and the leaTill they isled in their hungry billowsThe lonely heart of me.

THE WELCOME GUEST

To one in prison-house of hate,T'was whispered from above,"Thyself thy chains hast forged, O child,The world is filled with Love!"

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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"THE VINE"

Burden of beauty, joy of luscious leaves,And purple fruits of rich caparison,And honey scent and hum of honey thieves,And sweet enchantment of the golden sun—These are my dowry, and in every raceMen give me deference due, and pride of place.

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"WE HAVE SEEN HIS STAR"

Does this same star todayIllume for thee life's wayWith ever brightening ray?

SCIENCE AND SOLITUDE

In the cool and quiet places,In the wood's deep sylvan shade,We may always find clear tracesOf the things that Mind has made.
Courage! for thus and only thus—As we are prompt and hazardous,As we are rapt, religious, and austere—We are victorious,And find the strange, steep way, and hearThe airs rush into song before our flight,And pass out of the night,Persuaded by a single star,And learn that where the soul's adventures areThe truth's discovery is near,And the delightOf liberty, and peans, and pageantries of light.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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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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BEGINNINGS

Begin the year with God,O thou who standest on its threshold fair!And then, whate'er may come, thou needst not care;No burden will be thine thou canst not bear,Nor any task assigned thou may'st not dare;So, ere a single step thou yet hast trod,Begin the year with God!

DAWN

A tuft of light above the hill;A windless silence, tense and chill;A sharp, straight shaft of fire updrawn,And, rose-clad, gold-clad, burst of dawn!

ANNO DOMINI

The inn is crowded now, the keeper said,And so, two thousand years ago today,They turned the mother of our Lord away.

THE KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES

"There shall be showers of blessings," ran the line;I looked on every side, but saw no sign,—The heavens seemed brass.
I do not pray, O God, to TheeTo lift me high;I do not ask that there may beNo troubles IMust face in climbing up; I prayFor no man's help along the way.

Gone, they tell me, is youth,...

Gone, they tell me, is youth,Gone is the strength of my life;Nothing remains but decline,Nothing but age and decay.