Poem December 27, 1952 Issue

THE GARMENT'S HEM

Mildred Kendall

I touched the garment's hem today,
and prayed that God's own hand would lead me
                                                               to the highest height . . . 

     (He showed me little things to do:
     Affection's way, and laughter in the house;
     Compassion's tender touch,
     And malice turned aside.)

I prayed that I might see a greater height.
                                                             God led the way . . . 

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