Poem June 9, 1956 Issue

A SPRING PRAYER

Ruth H. Kenyon

In spring
Nature is a busy housewife,
Sweeping, scrubbing the earth
With her wind and showers,
Then decorating its cleanliness
With her colorful flowers.

So Love doth come
To thought,
Casting out the images
Fear hath wrought,
Leaving in their place
Courage, gentleness, and grace.

Dear Father-Mother God,
When Thy wind doth blow
Across my listening thought,
May my mental house be ready
For the message Thou hast brought.

Ruth H. Kenyon

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