Poem February 18, 1956 Issue

EVER-PRESENT FRUITION

Alice Troxell McCoun

Warm winds caressed the heavy-headed wheat;
Warm sunlight changed soft olive green to gold.
The promise of abundant harvest rolled
Like ocean waves—beneath midsummer heat.
Yet when a withering blight spread round its feet,
The sower's warm, expectant hope turned cold.
Frustration is an old, old story told
Until one knows God's fruitage is complete.

Oh, may we see the power of Truth dispel
The false beliefs of blight and helplessness,
Till every shadow these would cast upon
Our consciousness dissolves. For as we dwell
In ever-present bounty, God's caress
Bestows the proof of Love's phenomenon.

Alice Troxell McCoun

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