Poems

Admonition

Waste not the time men call "to-day," Spurn not the things at hand; The future holds no recompense For those who idly stand And wait The chances of a better fate.

Error

A shadow, that is all, A dream or an illusion; A sense of mistiness, Of mistake or confusion; It's just a thought which doth appear to be, When something seems between thy God and thee!

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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Thoughts on Love

LOVE is the sweetness of a life hid with Christ in God.

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Open the door, let in the air,The winds are sweet and the flowers are fair;Joy is abroad in the world to-day.

The Robin's Song

There was a pretty robin with a lovely russet vest,And he sang so quaint and queerly as he sat beside his nest.
I hear it beat in morning stillWhen April skies have lost their gloom,And through the woods there runs a thrillThat wakes arbutus into bloom.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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.

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 Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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The Passing of Winter

A gentle warmth is in the air that breathesOf rarest days, and even to the snowA kind of tender radiance bequeathsThat seems to speak of life that hides below.

An Easter Song

Arise , my heart, and sing thy Easter song!To the great anthem of returning bird,And sweetening bud, and green, ascending blade,Add thou thy word.
Thou, thine own true self, in God hath place;Forever thus through His dear grace.

Our Daily Choice

EACH day unfolds before usA way of love or hate;Sweet love that lives victoriousO'er every selfish state,Dark hate that bears the curse of CainThrough regions desolate.

The Message of the East Wind

OH, east wind blowing from the sea,My heart a question hath for thee!What message dost thou bring to me,Sad east wind blowing from the sea?

The Reward of Service

The sweetest lives are those to duty wed,Whose deeds, both great and small,Are close-knit strands of an unbroken thread,Where love ennobles all.