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 feet
That summoned Moses when he saw
In 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 eyes
With 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.

True substance flows in affluence
From Soul; perceive the promised land.
No dearth of good, no arid waste,
Before the mighty Word can stand.
Look far beyond the desert scene,
See fields of grain, replete, serene—
This energy divine, outspread
From Spirit's holy fountainhead.

Ruth W. Heywood

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