Poems

"A CALL"

O Judah , scattered on the hills of scorn,Uncared, un-shepherded, forsook, forlorn,Dar'st thou, in this thy day, bid sorrows cease?
Because Thy loving-kindnessIs better far than life;Because my helper Thou hast beenIn many a bitter strife;Because Thy love restrains from pathsWhere sin and fear are rife;In Thee, O True and Tried!"My soul is satisfied.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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WITHOUT VARIABLENESS

O TRUST in Spirit, when the twilight darkens,And scenes of daytime vanish like a dream;Love, the unchanging, to your least thought hearkens.

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Pass it On

Comes a word of hope to you?

At Last

At last, I saw the light.

At-One With Thee

AT-ONE with Thee, upon the shore of timeWe stand in silent awe, at-one with Thee!And know Love is in all eternityThe only law sublime.

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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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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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The Swallows' Lesson.

I DEEMED, before mine eyes beheld the light,—When life was young, when I believed the storyOf wise incompetence and darkened sight,—That He, the Lord of love, the God of glory,Was even a tyrant, terrible and gory,Eager to hurl His foolish children hence,As rocks by Cyclops off their promontory,Into the foul abyss of hatred, whenceIs no return, no hope, no prayer, no penitence.

The Little Scientist

There are no eyes more beautiful to meThan those that look from out her dear, round face.

Healing

EGYPTIAN darkness,Pharaoh's slave,Hope's star gone down.
[The following interesting prophecy by the poet Long-fellow appeared in the first number of the Atlantic Monthly.

Truth's Coming

In Thy name! O Love transcendent,Cometh one proclaiming goodAs the Life of all—resplendentEverywhere when understood.

The Unseen Friend

My child went forth into my garden fair,Having no wish or will to stay by me;But that I ever followed him out there,He did not see.