Poem July 21, 1945 Issue

That I May See

ALICE JOSEPHINE WYATT

I do not long for blue of sky,
With summer all around,
I do not yearn for buttercups
When they carpet all the ground.
Why need I ask for birds to sing,
I who have ears to hear?
When all the branches burst with song,
My plea would interfere.

Then why, my Father-Mother Love,
Shall I beg You for bread,
For life, for truth, for harmony?
Forever I am fed.
Your ever-presence stays with me
Wherever I may go.
Your heaven cannot disappear;
Your blessings overflow.

Then let my constant prayer be knowing
And doing only good,
That I may see reality
As Truth is understood.

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