Poems

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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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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On the same side

I thought we were on opposite sides.

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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"

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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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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

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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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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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.

Borne upon wings

On single stanchion worn silver smoothby seasons' steady turning he pauses.

The enemy within

I went to Berlinto see what Lovewould show me, and myown walls came tumbling down.

Comfort

Shortly after the terrorist bombing of 1998 in Omagh, Northern Ireland, the homeland of the author of this poem, Brian Kissock, recorded these words as a healing response to the grief that followed—including his own for several good friends who were lost in that tragedy.

Psalm: God's beauty

Thou art beautiful, oh Lord, my God,Beautiful beyond the mortal dreamThat feebly imitates infinity:Blind atoms hurtle aimless through the voidOf solid matter; and gadding galaxiesCavort in billion-year-long cartwheelsThrough vacuous immensities of space;More beautiful than helical capriceOf molecules entwined in DNA.