Poems

IN ÆTERNUM

There is a deep grave in the heartOf time, unmarked, weed-grown, apart,Where seas of fog are creeping.

MY KINGDOM

With thought attuned unto the perfect Mind,My heaven within my consciousness I find;There hope and health and happiness abide,To Christlike guests the portal opens wide.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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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WATCH!

With trailing wing I fluttered low,Along the ground in sorry plight;I heard the voice of Truth, and lo!It broke the darkness of my night:No poison dart had laid me low,But praise of friend,—an ambushed foe.

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"THE SINLESS JOY"*

It gave the Master comfort to the end.
If I knew you and you knew me,—If both of us could clearly seeAnd with an inner sight divineThe meaning of your heart and mine,—I'm sure that we would differ less,And clasp our hands in friendliness;Our thoughts would pleasantly agree,If I knew you and you knew me.

TWO PRAYERS

One in the prison-house of erring thought,Where darkness reigned through the unlighted year,In stress and tears, for his own worship, wroughtA frowning God of vengeance and of fear.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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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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If we sit down at set of sunAnd count the things that we have done,And counting findOne self-denying act, one wordThat eased the heart of him who heard,One glance most kind,That fell like sunshine where it went,Then we may count the day well spent.

EXALTATION

Ofttimes, when meditation steeps my heartIn harmony and hush and ambient light,I seem to stand apartFrom thoughts that to my duller moods respond;Like some lone watcher, leaning out of nightTo glean one shaft of glory far beyond.

MY HARP

A silent harp is mine.

ASK FOR TODAY

Ask for today: tomorrow ne'er will come.

THE PATH OF JOY

With eagerness he sought the path of joy.

MY HOME AND CHURCH

This is my home,—the consciousness of good,Filled with the love of all earth's brotherhood—A quiet resting-place, safe and secure;A home which hath foundations and is sure.