Poem July 29, 1950 Issue

THE WILDERNESS

Muriel Ashley Lund

Does thought seem like a desert place,
A barren, hopeless, wasted space
Where nothing grows?
Remember Hagar,
Grieving,
Believing that her child must die,
While all the time the water was close by.
Take heart,
Therefore;
Eternal Love is waiting there to bless
And spread a table for you in the wilderness.

Muriel Ashley Lund

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