Poem November 20, 1937 Issue

Thanksgiving

KATHRINE H. WILLIAMS

How beautiful this narrow, sunlit road
Whereon the gracious gifts of Spirit lie!
In gratitude I quite forget the goad
Of apprehension that my small supply
Has smaller grown. Instead I see each part
Of His estate as mine to use: for fears,
His calm; His strength to lift the heavy heart;
His joy to heal the indolence of tears.

And blossom-sweet is this ascending way
Whereon I count the fallow times that proved
His ever-providence. Just yesterday
Bewilderment and pain by prayer removed
Were lost in peace. So in the blighted hour
We turn with thankfulness to voice His power.

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