Poems

And though not even Peter understood at first, He cleansed their clouded thought at length With words that brought the lesson home. He taught humility through Christ, Through Truth and Love, the only way By which to emulate his deeds, Thus lovingly to serve each other's needs.

The blurred faint blush of dawn upon the land; A growing radiance upon the sea— And I, once more in worship, humbly stand Praying, with bowed head, for a word from Thee. Swifter than I to sense Mind's impetus, Birds wake to flight; the waves their rhythms run— And, awe inspiring in its glorious Full strength, there looms at last the risen sun.

We pray for growth in grace. And what is grace? A special boon saved for a favored few? No, grace but measures what we know and take Of that impartial, universal Love Which calls, "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come.

But "who am I?" Thus Moses' meek protest, Reluctant to assume the task at hand. How gently reassuring Love's command: I go with thee.

When I pray— I need not implore Nor petition Him, nor plead, But only know my every need Is met and reckoned for. When I pray— My lips are often still, But, oh, my listening heart and ear Are tuned to heed and to hear The workings of His will.

Lord , give me words of gentleness That those within my reach May realize that I express Thy nature in my speech. Invest my hands with gentleness That those who need my touch May feel it carries Thy caress And says Thou lovest much.

I want , I said, And sought to demonstrate abundant good. I worked and prayed and hoped and tried to get— And all I did was fret.

Fear not, the master Christian said, and follow me. Look not behind, but forward speed to victory.

" What is God?" the child's voice queried, As we stood on the shore of the flame-tipped sea. "Is that Him?" the small hand motioned, Pointing the sunset out to me.

The motherhood of Hannah, How radiant and rich! She fashioned for her man-child (With love in every stitch) A little coat to warm him Within the temple gate. The motherhood of Hannah, How radiant and great! No sorry cords of selfishness She twined around the boy; She gave him to the Father With thankfulness and joy.