Poem December 13, 1941 Issue

Prayer

ETHEL WASGATT DENNIS

How often mortals plead through barren years
That Love may enter and dispel their fears,
Yet cling the while to selfish, stubborn pride,
Which holds the door fast closed, with Love outside!

True prayer does not beseech in empty phrase
That peace may crown a life devoid of praise,
Nor seek to bend God's purpose to man's will,
But strives, instead, to listen and be still.

True prayer lies not in asking God for more
Of Love's all-presence than was here before,
Since men life's highest happiness must find
In loving, blessing, healing all mankind.

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