Teach us to pray, O Lord. The age-long cry
Of hungry hearts for bread rings in my ears.
The weight of weary, long-dead years recedes;
And in that far-off cloistered shrine, I stand
At-one with that courageous company—
Peter, impetuous one; John, well-beloved;
And all those other ones ordained to bear
Loved witness to the truth. Across the years
Heart speaks to heart, bound by a common need.
I, too, would learn to pray.
Those hungering after righteousness are fed;
And so, at last, my soul is satisfied.
My stumbling feet have found the way—to-day;
For I have learned that pure desire is prayer.
No more I plead for benefits withheld,
But know all good is mine, if I but see
That God is Father, Mother, Love divine,
And in true individuality
I Mind reflect, and thus reflect all good.
I, too, have learned to pray.
