[Written for the Sentinel]


I pondered long and prayed to understand
The deeper meaning of humility;
Asked that its presence might enrich my life
And from vain pride and boasting set me

And soon I stood beside a window where
The sunlight streamed like banners fair and bright;
And as I gazed with heart aglow, there came
A tiny mote that floated into light.

When lo! a miracle was brought to pass,—
No longer dull and colorless, it shone
As though it were a thing of living fire,
Transfigured with a radiance not its own.

But even as I watched, it floated on,
Leaving of all its brilliant hues no trace,
Like myriads of its kind, invisible,
Robbed of the glorifying light's embrace.

I thank Thee, Father, for the lesson clear,—
I have no power underived from Thee;
And glorious companion-truth,—I can
Do all things through the Christ which
strengtheneth me.

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