Poems

TRUE SEEKING

To Him who stays the waste of winds and waves,Who shapes the tender forms of flowers and leaves,And in the glow of sky at dawn and nightReflects the vision of a lovelier light,I make my prayer.

DAY BY DAY

As you go upon your way,On your duties day by day,Be you grave or be you gay,—Speak a kindly word!

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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 SEAMLESS ROBE

It was my hour of need.

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"THINE IS THE GLORY"

To Thee alone the praise,O Love divine!I did but know Thy truth,And let it shine.

THE MORNING

I look to Thee, Thou God of right,My refuge, fortress, my delight,Each breaking day.

THE PRACTITIONER

He dips, and gives from out the well of TruthA quenching draught, when straightway life and youthQuicken to being, as the springtime shootStirs all a-tremble in some brown old root.

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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.

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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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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 PRAYER OF FAITH

Look, mother dear! see how my feet are firm upon thefloor!And there my little crutches lie, outside the open door.

THE LISTENING EAR

When at dawn the breeze came bringingMusic faint, in olden morns.

VISION AND EXPERIENCE

'Tis well to see with holy eyesThe vision on the mountain-height,But now the valley, with its needs,Must know our deeds of holy might:A might made possible by Truth,That comes with garments pure and white,To heal the sick and sinful ones,And lead them to the mountain-height.

A CALL

RISE up, O child of God, and know Thou need'st not be nor sad, nor weary; The path by which thou hast to go Love-lighted is, nor dark nor dreary.

"IN HIM WE LIVE."

FALLEN, you say?

HUMILITY

ALONE! with Thee, O God! O Love divine, so tender, true, and sweet, What, but for Thee, would be my pangs this night! Pangs of regret for that dead past To which we mortals ever cling, Except when, lifted high by truth's fair wing, Soaring amid the ether blue of heaven's own vault, We see the radiant beyond; And know no more the buried past, But to that past our earthly hopes and sorrows fling— Fling as a garment that is worn too long And waxen old and tattered grown.