Poems

Christmas

Once again angelic voicesBring their message to our earth,Bring to listening ones assuranceOf the young child's holy birth.

"Unto us a child is born"

Silence in heaven and on earth;Silence so filled with light,So pregnant with deep meaningsThat the hymn of morning starsHeld no comparison.

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Changing your world

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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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The Pure in Heart

Another generation comes,According to God's Word,To call thee blesséd,Mary.

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A Large Place

He hath "set me in a large place"—Mid-ocean, came the thought—And vision, Godward turned, beheldThe might His hand hath wrought.

Supply

How precious are Thy thoughts, O God;How great the sum of them to me!If I should count them, one by one,They are too vast to numbered be.

"Be still"

"Be still, and know" that nothing can disturb thee,Wait patiently upon thy Father's will;

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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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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Trials will be forgottenAs frost is forgotten,When the sun has changed itInto silver dew.

Love Never Fails

DID Jesus ask the palsied man if he were fit for prayer, When at the pool of Bethesda he saw him lying there?

The Messenger

The golden afternoon was drawing to a close, And the still peace of evening filled the sky; The drowsy air was hushed around the well Whereon the traveler rested, And the quiet benediction of the evening Deepened into glory with his presence.

Man's Changeless Harmony

Man's harmony is fixed.

"Immortal fruits"*

Oh, deep shall I plant for the issue And pure be the seeds that I sow, That only the fruits of the Spirit My plentiful harvest shall know.

Love is Calling Me

I HAVE walked amid the pleasures Which the senses claim to give; I have tried to serve ambition, With its phantoms tried to live; I have tasted fleshly morsels, And I know their bitter tang— While above me, and within me, Love was always calling, calling me; From the sense-dream, from the shadows Love was calling, calling me.