Poems

His promise

Fear notWhat may lie ahead.

Child of light

Children of light, he called us! He, who moved as a moonbeam on water unweighted by heavy assumptions of the birth and death and sorrow of dust; Unillusioned by feet of clay, on feet of sight he swiftly came to comfort, teach and heal with hands whose touch outshone old shadows of shame and reached through death-dreams to wake to radiance his brother/sister-beams.

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Shared reflections

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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Firm Decision

TodayI take a stand.

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Noah's heart.

Gentle strength

when the shadows gather behind youand the valley deepens before your eyes.

In Your eyes

Who taught me right instead of wrong?

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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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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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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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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Gift of God

I thought I had a love,precious,rare,and sweet,that I couldn't live without—a love that would grow throughout time.

The lantern

A lantern hangs to mark the way,It's lit, but shows no light.
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Train car crammed with commuters,fresh from showers and toothbrushes,traveling to desktops, phones, and one more dayof trying to understand their bosses' needs—

In my Father's time

Anxious,prayingdestitutein spirit,begging formy Father's time,unable to findreason or rhymewhy the answerstook forever.

Acceptance

AcceptingThe simplicity of ChristIs hard to do.