Poem December 2, 1933 Issue

Unfoldment

MADELYN G. COBHAM

I tried to reach, to talk with God,
Yesterday, yesterday;
I knelt upon a hill's damp sod,
And all my lips could say
Was: I have pain, and I have woe;
'Gainst sin I long have fought.
I waited; then in anguish cried:
Why hearest Thou me not?

I wept above the Holy Word,
Through the night, through the night,
Till sudden, sweet, a voice I heard
Beyond the dawn's half light.
It said: He is of purer eyes
Than evil to behold.
Lift up thy thought, and change thy prayer,
To gain thy Father's fold.

I listened; and I talked with Him,
Just today, sweet today;
No mortal, erring sense to dim
The Truth-illumined way.
I said: I know that error has
No cognizance of Thee;
Nor can it have of Thine own child—
And then, God talked to me.

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