Poem September 28, 1946 Issue

As an Hiding Place

HESTER CHAMPNEY

As an hiding place from the wind, the prophet said
A man shall be. Not as a weary, driven
Slave, imposed upon and vainly led
On winding ways that never quite reach heaven!
Knowing himself to be a mighty tower,
He, unassailable, withstands the lie
Of lack, the pull of poverty. His power
Is from his Father; his vision is high.

He who depends on God turns to the Mind
That gives man all of good, not sparingly,
But always in abundance. He shall find
His life reflecting strength and liberty.
Child of today, the prophet's word is true
Concerning man. A hiding place are you.