TO WATCH ONE HOUR

That night in still Gethsemane
The Master, yearning, looked in vain
To Peter, James, and John;
And they, unmindful of his pain
For sorrow slept.
He asked them but to wait and watch,
Linked heart to heart in fortifying prayer.
To watch with him! A little thing to do
For one who healed their every wound
And eased their hunger, taught them to renew
Their faith, partake of God's great power —
"Could ye not watch with me one hour?"

Those three did not keep prayerful tryst
With Jesus there —
Perhaps we too have often failed
In loyal vigil with the Christ.
But we, from vantage point of Truth's high hill,
Illumined by Science, wake in Love—newborn —
To greet a timeless resurrection morn
And listening, bend in joy to God's kind will,
Rejoicing that the cross borne upward holds
The crown. Dear Master, this a precious dower —
To gladly, humbly watch with you each hour.

Katharine B. Moore

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