Poems

A Little More Love

The content of the worldling is not in his gold,Nor in wanton pleasures nor grasp of power,Though he striveth to gain these hour by hour,And yieldeth them homage till time is old;For stronger than passions or greed of gainIs his yearning for love, like a secret painThat no earthly treasures have yet consoled.
The hour is coming when men's holy churchShall melt away in ever-widening walls,And be for all mankind, and in its placeA mightier church shall come, whose covenant wordShall be the deeds of love.

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Changing your world

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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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Enough to Know

I Rest content, whate'er betide,For love and peace with me abide;I care not how my footsteps go;God guides! This is enough to know.

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The Builders

I dwell near a murmur of leaves,And my labor is sweeter than rest;For over my head in the shade of the eavesA throstle is building his nest.

Lots of time for lots of things...

Lots of time for lots of things,Though it's said that time has wings.

The Singing Shepherd

The shepherd climbed the hill through dark and light;And on and on he went,Higher and higher still,Seeking a pasture hidden in the height.

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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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Changing your world

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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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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 Isles of Quiet

The Isles of Quiet lie beyond the years,Hoar prophets say it; yet, for all the tears,I doubt the saying of the seers.

If we all Did our Best

If we all did our best, my struggling brother,To be what God made us, for self and each other,What kindlier hearts and happier facesWould brighten the gloom of earth's desolate places!What healing of heartaches, of sorrow and sadness,What tides of good-will, what flowing of gladness,Would flood this old earth with the glory of heaven,If we all were but true to our nature God-given!

Just Live Thy Life

Just live thy life.
Lord God !
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?