Poem April 7, 1945 Issue

Promise

EDITH COONLEY HOWES

Hagar! Hagar! Eyes so filled with tears
Have missed the living water at your hand.
Can you not know that, untouched by your tears,
God's love supplies your son? For where he is
The Father hears the child. This very land
Whose barrenness you mourn holds for his cup
A well of blessedness. A higher good
Than all your mothering can bring is his.
Take then his waiting hand and lift him up.
For hear this word: the power that meets this need
Will in your son bring forth a mighty seed.