Poems

To a Mocking-Bird

Sweet child of joy, that waking ever pourestOut from a heart of love to Love's own heart thy lays,Fitting and perfect,—He whom thou adorestHath wakeful ear for thy perpetual praise!
PILGRIM, as the years roll by, See God's beauties all unfold;

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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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Allegiance

MY hands in Thine meekly I place.

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The Music that Carries

I've toiled with the men the world has blessed, And I've toiled with the men who failed; I've toiled with the men who strove with zest, And I've toiled with the men who wailed.

A Song of Courage

Sing , O my lips, in a reverent strain!Though the night is darksome and fear seems strong,Love is at hand, and His mercies sustain.

O Troubled over Many Things

O troubled over many things,Choose thou the better part,—Service unconscious of itselfAnd childlikeness of heart.

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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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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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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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The drowsy hum of insects wingingTheir hovering flight from flower to flower,The joyous sound of gay birds singingFrom field and fence and hidden bower,The garden's bright-hued treasures clinging,To parent stem in close embrace,The roses all a-bloom are swingingGay captives in the warm wind's chase.

Harvest

Oh, seeker after happiness, Ploughing life's fallow field,

Song at Sunrise

The bonny sun in the east,And hills and fields are fanes of greenO'erlaid with gold, like solemn chordsWith lilting melodies between.

The Call

Arise, strike off thy fetters!Be error's thrall no more.

The New Day

Lord , when the wistful gray of new day—breakingDeepens to joyous gold,—maturer morn,—Gladly my heart, its fears of night forsaking,Turneth to Thee, in whom all hope is born.

Fear Nothing

Fear nothing, freedom least of all.