Poems

Rose and gold and blue of the skies,Face and curls and innocent eyes,Sleep, my little one, dream and drowse All the birds sit still in the boughs,The dark blue spaces with stars are sown —Sleep, my blessing, my love, my own,Sleep!

"Whereas I was Blind, now I See"

I met him but once in half darkness,And how can I tell you, wise scribes,Of his beauty, his wisdom, his glory,Who would only answer with jibes?

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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Lost Ideals

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife,Some pure ideal of a noble lifeThat once seemed possible?

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Song's Eternity

Into the song of the Poet are builded the things that endure : The Pillars of Karnak will crumble but the song of Shelley is sure.

Life

There's nothing so easy as living, When we've learned the way to live;

"Thy Will Be Done"

"Thy will be done," I read one careless day, And thought, if thus I pray a slave I' ll be;

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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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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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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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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We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From graven stone and written scroll, From all the flower-fields of the soul: And, weary seekers of the best, We come back laden from our quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mother read.

Life and Death

So he died for his faith.

The Burn

Go forth upon thy journey, little one, Make haste and run; Long miles on miles thy liquid foot must creepEre thou have leave to sleep.

Why Should'st Thou Fear?

Why should'st Thou fearWhen God is near?
By ea and plain and mountain will spread the larger creed,The love that knows no border, the bond that knows no breed;

Sincerity

Waste not thy being, back to HimWho freely gave it, freely give.