Poem October 25, 1952 Issue

WINDOWS OF HEAVEN

(Malachi 3:10)

Pearl Strachan Hurd

If it is infinite, how then control
By human methods the supply of Soul?
Blessing poured out beyond room to receive!
That is the promise. Why not believe?
Love is no bookkeeper, measuring pay
By classification.

The prophets, the Master, addressed us all.
Before we approach Him, before we call,
God gives abundance, before we ask.
No definition of post or task
Concerns the One to whom we pray—
No grade, no station.

What our need but to understand
His nature and our own? What planned
Economy of earth could reach
Through all restriction, heal all breach?
Our God provides one only way
For individual, for nation.

Pearl Strachan Hurd

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