Poem December 11, 1954 Issue

THE READER

Annie Lorena House

When , after judging how the Word should sound,
He gave the reading in a practiced way,
Profuse in praises, many hearing him
Said, "A good Reader, this, who read today."

But when, withdrawn upon the mountain height
Of selflessness, he bowed his heart to pray,
"Be Thou Thine own interpreter, O Love,
And move my lips to speech in Thine own way,"

His lifting sense saw heaven, open wide.
Pouring the glory of the message read;
Thought-fired by inspiration's ardent flame.
He saw the veil consumed. The vision led

To Truth-illumined shining pinnacles.
Unshod, by Spirit's quickening made whole,
He prayed, "God-lighted Word, be now indeed
The Truth-full utterance of this light of Soul!"

And through that faith-lit efficacious prayer
The living radiance shone on those that heard;
And hearts made eloquent with Love acclaimed,
"God's presence moves upon the spoken Word!"

Annie Lorena House

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