Poem September 22, 1934 Issue

Receptivity

GERTRUDE S. MC CALMONT

Twice came the heaven-lit words
To heal the plaint of grief:
I have formed thee of Myself!
My radiant right shone out
As instantly as bird-song
Pierces night;
All earth-tied weights slipped off.

God-formed! I bowed myself,
Scarce daring boldness such as this
Enlightened thought; and now brought low
I caught a dandelion's eye
Full-upturned to the sun.

How easily it grows, I sighed;
How unafraid—and yet
Humility is writ upon its head;
Its face not turned away,
But boldly claiming all its right.
Restored, I prayed:
"Dear God! ... It is a lovely day."