Poem January 10, 1953 ISSUE

SPRINGS IN THE DESERT

Ruth W. Heywood

"This is a desert place," I said,"And there is nought for me to eat;With only wind, and sand, and sun."But wait—a power beneath my feetThat summoned Moses when he sawIn burning bush a sacred law;I heard a voice from heaven resound,"Take off thy shoes on holy ground."

Then I recalled, in Galilee,A multitude and desert place;And Jesus lifted up his eyesWith gratitude and tender grace.The desert blossomed, food was found;The hungry sat upon the ground,And all were filled. Whence came the bread?From Love's own power were thousands fed.

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