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Poems

Inspirational verse submitted by readers.

Stay present

If life seems to push and pull, rush me fast away  Interrupting and distracting, planning, fretting, timing, tracking Then whom do I obey? What’s my stand this day? God is straight before me. God is all about me.

Forward

The Christ is calling:    urging you on    shining through clouds of conventionality    setting your sail         toward the boundless reality that is your home. Your heart is complying:    rising in the strength of Spirit*    yielding to the power of Love    accepting the course of Science        that leads to eternal harmony.

No forgetting

The nursing home said, “We look for points of light. ” “That’s nice,”  I thought, wrestling with numbness in my thinking, while I saw only frail minds with bodies sinking.

Purpose

I think above the maddening crash of waves against the shore      Must be a voice so calm and clear, roll on for evermore. As life it seems must follow path and cannot go astray,      So tides must rise and change their mood, their master to obey.

A dear friend

Beautifully serene, always undisturbed amid any “jarring testimony of the material senses,”* the Christian Science nurse with transparent purity, with “clear sense and calm trust”* administering imparting tenderly caring, is radiantly demonstrating God’s healing love.   — Johe West * Science and Health, p.

Communion

Even though we are little more than the “two or three gathered together”  we have found here today in this small Society, a surprising clearing in the woods, where beams of God’s natural light pouring down, show us how holiness is something unnameably simple. Something happens.

Christian Science Practice

A poem.

'They that seek me early shall find me'

Oh, lovely sight to see     the flowers of youth — In all the flush and pride     of beauty tending,  (Like the young sunflower to the Day— God bending) Push toward the Sun of Righteousness    and Truth. A heart unsullied by the stains of time, Unburdened by the sins     of many years, An offering far more meet to God     appears Than one that hath grown hoar with  guilt and crime.

Somethingness

The nothingness of error is the somethingness of good? How nothing equals something I have never understood. But now it’s been explained to me.

Palms

Rising with the hymns we sing, Raising tributes, Love’s psalms— In our hearts, Soul’s songs Each marked with palms Of the Christ’s coming. Rejoicing through the shade of lies, We find Life’s love  and rise.