Poems

Patience

Are we treading, meek and patient,In the way our Master trod?

My Path

My fingers, busy with their tasks,Pursue a homely roundOf never-ending, weary work;My lagging feet seem bound.

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These books healed me

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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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Love's Call

WHOM shall I send, and who will go for us?

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Love's Lesson

DID someone wrong me yesterday?

Progression

I cannot see my way ahead,But on and toward the light I grope;While cheered, and ever gently led—I hope.

Our Reading Rooms

The sandals of vain strife are cast asideBecause this peaceful place is holy groundWhere we may walk with Love and Truth to guide.

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Anthology of classic articles

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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.

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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"Cities of refuge"

Kedesh in Galilee! How sweet the nameTo him who fled along those bygone waysBefore the avenger's hand, nor stayed his pace,Nor slacked his breathless speed until he cameAnd thundered at the gate and told his cause.

The Test

How much are you willing to pay, dear heart,When you name the name of God?

The Way

Shadows and dusk, and fading sunset light,The hour that speaks the passing of the day!And with a fear of failure and of blightI cried, God keep me in the way!

A Prayer

Dear Father-Mother, like a little childI look to Thee, Thou one eternal good.

The Mighty Ones

Oh, pilgrim, when your journeys leadThrough lonely marsh or dreadful height;When dragons, swollen with lust and greed,Obstruct your way; or lurking fearSkulks, out of sight, but ever near,And you must either turn or fight,All suddenly, your timid prayerIs charged with strength; a flaming dartYou hold, and on the pathway thereFirm foothold gain; a holy lightSurrounds your struggle for the right,And victory sings within your heart;

Be Strong

Be strong, dear one.