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Poems

"AND AFTER THE FIRE A STILL SMALL VOICE"

Virginia Hope Jeffery

Now only this we know:The presence here,The warm, sweet glow;Not any face, nor any nameProclaims His Person, whence He came,But Love draws nearTo opened heart and thought,After wind and quake and fire,When, through purified desireDearly bought,We listen, conscious of His willEmpowering good, not ill,And evil stripped is seen as naught.

REGENERATION

Edgar Isaac Newgass

Our dreams die hard.

TRUE HAPPINESS

Margaret Ruth Sandahl

True happiness and peace of mindAre often sought in vainThrough personal ties, which only bindAnd never can sustain.

FEED THEM

Pearl Strachan Hurd

He called them lambs and sheep.

OMNIPRESENCE

Gwen M. Castle

God fills the universe.

CHURCH SERVICE

Max Dunaway

Into the house of God I went,Weary at heart, my courage spent.

REAPING

Frances Motley Pray

A reaper of earth's grainIs halted by the dark,By clock or weather vane.

A PRAYER FOR POETS

Arthur L. Hendriks

This is highest poetry:to help the crippled walk,to aid the deaf to hear,to free the dumb to talk.

DAWNING SONSHIP

Judith S. Malen

Father, I'm afraid!My child, draw near.

TOWARDS FRUITION

Glanville le Sueur

God-sent thought,so beautiful, so rare,must rise!To flutter on the bough,of what avail to fledglings?

NONE TOO HUMBLE

Jane Murdoch

Mustard seed,Don't despise yourself for being lowly;Nor dream of earth's vain gloryWhere mundane thoughts would lead.

PROPULSION

Pearl Strachan Hurd

That we exist is not at allDifficult to proveAnd shows we are intendedTo be alive.