Poems

Memory of Good Deeds

The memory of good deeds will ever stay, A lamp to light us on the darkened way, A music to the ear on clamoring street, A cooling well amid the noonday heat.
I am not earth-born.

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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 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 Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

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Affluence

The fingers of each shrub and tree,In the dark earth grope trustinglyFor what they need; and He who knows

O Little Town of Bethlehem

O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, The silent stars go by.

All is Thine

WHY worry for the future?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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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 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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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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The Sky of the Heart

A fallen leaf on a flowing stream,And on the water a moment's gleamOf sunshine—and the chilling grayO'erspreads more coldly the autumn day.

Art

At her light touch.

If Men were Wise

WHAT might be done if men were wise—What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,Would they uniteIn love and right,And cease their scorn of one another?
BRIGHTEST star in darkest night,Christ's our Comrade in the fight.

"O Ye of Little Faith"

A sower sowed his seed, with doubts and fears;"I dare not hope," he said, "for fruitful ears; Poor hath the harvest been in other years.

A Prayer

Oh lead and light me, all the rugged way, As a fond mother leads her little child;