Poems

God, the great illustrator, reminding that good predominates over unreal clouds of sickness or fear. Primary colors of Christliness rainbowed in faith, loyalty, trust, are a link to Love's everlasting loveliness HERE.

You can prove As the master Christian did, There is no power to interrupt, deprive, or limit You—divine Mind's idea—in your expression Of intelligence, vitality, health; To keep you from tasting the eternal fullness of life. Luminous words of Christ, Truth, Endow you to conquer this moment, To yield to ever-fresh todays and tomorrows, To know God's gentle might, His light, Must radiate through you! * See Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, p.

In church one Sunday morning, the Scriptural reading inspired me to include in my prayer the truth that God was the intelligence of the congregation; therefore, everyone knew what he or she needed to know. When I finished, the thought came, "You left the stove on!" Slipping out quietly, I drove home and arrived in time to prevent disaster.

We go so our love will flow to the love-forsaken. They are mistaken.

Since God is everywhere and He is good, There can be no better place Than the very one where you are right now. For even if shadows seem abiding there— Of sin, disease, or other trouble—look around.

The love that shelters a weary world is a rising light that first appears in meek hearts, who in their weaker moments yearn and pray and learn to walk in fuller grace and steadier strength. So when we feel how cramped and small we've been, and longingly reach for a larger light, instill in us an honest kindness, filled with Your reflected warmth—a spreading joy, renewed each day as self subsides and room is made for fuller gleams of Your unbounded love.

I am a new student of Christian Science. I attended a lecture in my town.

With an overwhelming sense of dread, I faced the interview ahead. When I told a friend my plight, her calm reply brought gentle light.

"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it," Ps. 118:24.

Hanging true to vertical, it's never swayed by tilted beams or slanting floors or rooms or worlds wholly askew. But what of my thoughts— do they stay true? —true to Spirit's pristine light? —true to Mind's directing wisdom? —true to Christ's simplicity? Help me hew to a holier line and worship You unswayed.