Poem September 12, 1936 Issue

Quiet Moments

LAURA GERAHTY

Sweet are these quiet moments when the world
Lies still about me. Twice, nay thrice, I say,
Father, I thank Thee! As before me sweep
A host of grateful thoughts. Swifter than speech
They pass in silent tribute to Thy will.

So fast they come! And, passing, make swift room
For more again. More quickly than the rain,
Clear, crystal drops that swell the silent pool,
Gathering momentum as they fall—and fall.
Too fast for any words to formulate
Each dear familiar blessing or to give
Name to each whisper from my heart's deep well.

My health; my strength; my friends; the joy to share
This rich abundance with its power to give.
The songs of birds; the rain; the wide blue sky;
Perfume of lilac and the children's joy!
The healing of a dear one; the rich hope
And freer breath of one who knew but fear;
This precious understanding more of God;
The righteous thought which daily manifests
The all things to be added unto us.

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