Poem November 13, 1954 Issue

GENTLE POWER

Alma Graham Jenks

Awareness stirred this morning through a rose,
A white, pure thing of beauty. Softly curled,
Its petals etched a message at the close
Of contemplation that could rock a world.
Perceiving symmetry in rare reflection,
I touched that moment infinite design.
And in the rhythm of each curve's perfection
The essence of all harmony was mine.
I sensed the force of ages calmly stilled
In one creation—nature's highest art;
Serenity and patient strength had willed
A masterpiece awakening my heart.
I trembled at the magnitude of power
That could, so gently, bring to birth a flower!

Alma Graham Jenks

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