Poems

Even in the night

When I cannot see even one step in front of me, cannot see Your faithful hand that points the path, let Your presence be a beacon, a steady flame within, filling me with the purest peace.

Only a song

Listen to the morning larkWhistling in the deepest dark.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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It's God's love!

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Our Father which art in heaven,

the poetry of dance

To dance is.
What is the thought of Christmas?

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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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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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 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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Quietly onward

The faithful follow a steady star,their joy gathered on dusty pathsin the bustling day or ponderous night,for they know the fountains along the waythat freshen the heart and liven the step.

The child within

She was somewhere under tenoutside playing in the yardwhen something went amiss,so she quickly went inside,passing her mom busy in the kitchen,to her room where she threwherself on the bed and silentlyasked God to help her do better.
My to-do list outran the page but then I penned what God has done and it became a volume.
In the morning I will listenFor the stillness of Your voice,And I know that You will give meAll the grace and calm and poiseI will need throughout the dayTo face the world and all its noise,As I listen in the morningFor the stillness of Your voice.

Reunion

This time the road home to Texasthunders through clouds, and ends as a runway borderedby fields of wild Mexican primroses and Indian paintbrushThe sky has the starring role in every Texas tale.

Secret of the fiddlehead fern