Poem August 27, 1955 Issue

WHEN I ASK FOR HELP

Kathryn Laney Veazey

I must in consecration ask
And strive to lift my thought above
The transient dream;
Turn humbly to my Father-Mother Love
With childlike trust;
The moments dedicate anew
That I may know the victory once again
Of good, and wake
Joyous and free at last from fear and pain—
Thus truth I seek.

The healing comes, but more—I rise
To heights where motive, purpose, all
Are purified
And see, in holy radiance of Life,
God glorified.

Kathryn Laney Veazey

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