Poem May 7, 1921 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Prayer

S. EMMA KLEBSATTEL

I Do not ask to love Thee more,—
I dwell in Love,
Supreme, beyond what I implore;
I ask Thee but to make me know
This infinite love Thou dost bestow.

I ask not that Thou show the way,
For Thou hast shown.
Keep me therein from day to day,
Nor let the scenes of sense detain,
For I the priceless prize would gain.

I do not ask to hear Thy voice,
For I have heard,
And still shall hear and shall rejoice.
Make me within its call to stay,
To listen for its dictates and obey.

Nor do I ask for what Thou 'st given—
Blessings untold,
As yet unseen in earth and heaven.
One thing I ask o'er every other,
To know one Mind, one Father-Mother.

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