Whether we worship in some quiet church
Far from the scream of shattering bombs and shells,
Or bow our heads in some bare Quonset hut
Whose shining cross its message sweetly tells—
Whether at home or in some lonely place
With chilling snows, or mud, or flowering sod
Near battle lines, where strong and weak men kneel
And, unashamed, confess their need of God—
Whether we have no chance to meet apart
In church or home or trench, oh, let us know
It matters not the time, the place, the need,
So long as we keep Easter in the heart.
Poems
Easter in the Heart
From the April 1955 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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