Poem May 11, 1940 Issue

That Good Part

EDITH COONLEY HOWES

Too long have I, Martha, duty bent,
Strained 'neath the load of every day's demands
Of mortal living; anxious, uninspired
By daily round of tasks that always seemed
Legitimate; by my own strength alone
Seeking to serve, to comfort, to supply.
Now, humbly, I would seek the Master's feet,
Listen to words that still my harassed heart,
Learn through his love to sweeter, gentler be.
Then shall I leave this place with wingéd step
To do God's will, lose self, find Life complete,
As she of old who, too, chose that good part.

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