Poem July 14, 1934 Issue

Miracle

EDNA WISE WEST

When, long ago, those fair Judean ways
Our loving Master trod,
How filled were all his days with living proof
Of unity with God;
The Holy Word to humble folk he taught,
New faith, new hope, new aims to them he brought;
Blind eyes at his command received the light,
Dumb lips cried out in awe before his might.
In little towns the wondering walls beheld
The impotent leap up and, praising, run;
Only believe, the gentle Saviour said,
Then healed them, every one;
And even in the wilderness,
By his dear footsteps led,
Thronging, the eager thousands came
And, hungering, were fed.
And still today, as then, the healing Christ,
Ageless divine idea, waits to bless
A world in torment, racked by ceaseless woes,
Grievously weary of its own distress;
Even today, as then, to those who seek
The kingdom fervently, forgetting self, is understanding given
To raise the yearning earth-bound heart to heaven.
These things, the promise reads, shall ye do also,
Yea, and greater things;
This, then, our task divine—to silence mortal strife,
The light of Truth to darkened vision bring,
And break for multitudes the bread of Life.

Oh, blessed little paths our Master knew,
May we, unswerving, joyous, tread them too;
In every trial, in every triumph, prove
The miracle of Love.

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