Poem October 15, 1955 Issue

UNFOLDMENT

Kathleen O'Connor

Since Mind unfolds its own idea,
No disappointed hope is mine,
Or prisoning pride with all its fear;
All comes of Thee and all is Thine.

In holy meekness each true thought
Knows whence it came and where it goes;
Not one shall fail! God sows the seed;
In flowering grace its beauty grows

Until its mellowing fruit abounds.
In awe and reverence I behold
His glory—humbly stand aside
And see God's wondrous work unfold.

Kathleen O'Connor

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