Poems

VIVA!*

My neighbortore my trellis down:It lay there broken,all dark brown.
Once, my soulthrough gloomy roads was walking.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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O, perfect Father,You never fail to smile at me.

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It's true!

God made me happy, well, and strong—Nothing about me can be wrong.

God's love

Be not afraid,For I am here.

Good thoughts

Good loving thoughtsare angels bright.

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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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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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 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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God

God is not an object;God is not a thing.

Dawn

The light that dapples tree and fieldin the first blush of dawn,and wakens earth and opens flower,and prompts the feathered songis earthly beauty's feeble tasteof Soul's pure light divine,that rises every moment, Lord,when all our thoughts are Thine.

Profession: Thinker

Wanting something to come aboutI'm thinking, once again, about thisdeal with God.

Activity

The activity of stillnessrings through the woods—a winter glow—as I, sitting on puddingstone,hear its lessons, begin to know

A puzzle poem

1 2 3 4 5 6 We put to words choose day7 8 9 10 11 like healing cannot weapons this12 13 14 15 16 17 ye can wounding love be like18 19 20 21 22 23 or the confusion blessings of say

True cleansing

Come to the land of Love.