Poems

Revolution, revelation

Three reminder thoughts for every day,Written on my bathroom mirror.

Snow dawn

Tucked to bed, and snuggled down with holy hope,The farm in darkness sleeps, to dream the coming of the snow,Which, obliging, as if in answer to a prayer,Throughout the night falls floating in celestial silence,The accumulated mercy of so many feathery blessings down,Until the grace of Heaven's vast transforming crownRests lightly as a comforter upon the eager soul of that receptive ground.

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Shared reflections

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

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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Safe as a psalm

In honor of National Poetry Month, a sampling of poems that offer spiritual perspectives.

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Evening light

I dismiss myself, spentfrom my cubicled daywhile the winter sky foldsinto layers pink and graysettling downfor the night.

Here

stopbe stilland shut out noise and glare

A certain dawn

On earth, as it turns, we see the sun rise then disappear

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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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Get to know God: The “omnis”

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

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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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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On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.
May I meekly bend when the winds push hard, may I bow as low as I must go, may I kneel in patient waiting, listening, thankful, till Your strong arm lifts me up.

Troubleshooting

On still days when country telephonewires go south, go home, go quietly away intothe woods, a certain little brown bird appears,hopping and flying by starts, following the line,trying out each pole.

Heaven everywhere

"t" looks like a crossand acts like a cross,for when added to "here"

WHAT A DAY!

This is my day,Yes, this is my day.

You can be sure

I wakened, fearful, in the dark,But did not seek a lamp.