Poem December 25, 1948 Issue

NO DESERT PLACES

Lenorah A. Wadsworth

A skylight window in an attic room,
to some, might have meant discouragement and gloom;
but one brave heart refused to acknowledge danger
or insufficiency. She remembered the manger
and those that were denied the comforts of the inn,
finding their lodging where cattle had been.

Humbly they accepted; peace was there—
as it was in the attic room
with an old-fashioned rocking chair.
A radiant light from both these places shone—
a light sent from God, with love to shield His own.
And where the Spirit is, the desert places bloom,
be it a straw-filled manger or a meager attic room.

Lenorah A. Wadsworth

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