Poems

"UNTO THE LEAST."

If as a man Truth walked this temporal shoreAnd found his way unto my humble door,Would I be ready for the royal guest?

ETERNAL LIFE

The thought of God awakes my life,And brings to me a joy sublime;The realm of toil, the sense of strifeAre all forgot when Thou art mine.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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GALILEE

Peaceful as lapping of waves on the lee,Christ-Truth now safely guides over the sea,Quelling the turbulent senses of ill,Calming the waters with his "Peace, be still.

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THE COMING OF TRUTH

A golden sunbeam dawns upon my path;A glorious ray, like tender morning light,Awaking life and peace within, without;I fain would hold it, lest it take its flight.

THE LIGHTHOUSE

High on the towering crag it stands,This mighty Pharos of animate stoneNot built with hands.

TO OUR LEADER

I do not need to look upon thy faceTo see the light and radiance of Love.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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 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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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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TEACH ME, O GOD

Teach me, O God, not with my lips to pray—The voice of prayer so many a time is drownedIn murky waves of oft-repeated soundThat choke the Spirit's call.

REST

When work is done,And sleep broods softly o'erThe closing lids of day,Breathe thou a little prayerOf loving gratitudeTo th' Eternal OneWhose law, forever sure,Doth keep thee on thy wayWith tenderest care:And make a placeFor peace to enter inThy waiting heart.

TO THEE

Would I had faith as he who walked the wave,And strength as he who bade the tempter fly,Who conquered death and broke the guarded grave—For Love beheld and heard earth's bitter cry—Would I might hold Thy hand and know Thy help is nigh.

FROM EVERLASTING

Dear child, dost feel too sad to pray?

TRUST

Since Thou art near, O Truth, mistrals may blowAnd blossoms droop, yet song-thought cannot die!My anchored heart no doubt, no fear can know,Since Thou art near.

AT EPHESUS

Again the faces of the careless throngAt Ephesus I see;Again I feel the clutching sense of wrong,Again Love comforts me.