Poem November 27, 1937 Issue

Today

LEETHA JOURNEY PROBST

Today is all I have; 'tis mortal dream
That grieves for yesterday and seeks to find
A tortured hope within tomorrow's realm.
The present now alone is mine; so let
Me guard it close and render unto God
My stewardship of this so choice a gift.
No thought of fear or hate must mar this day—
No cloud of dream shut out the radiant joy
Of walking in the consciousness of God.

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