Poem August 25, 1956 Issue

PRAYER AT DAWN

Margery Todahl Blokhine

Father , I thank Thee for my daily bread.
Thy truth is sweet as honey on the tongue,
Substance whereby the heart is comforted
And consciousness renewed, alert and strong.
As in the lofty meadows of the mount
A multitude imbibed the spirit's grace,
So eat and drink I from a holy fount
And, satisfied, rise up. Then, lo, the day's
Beauty is as Thy smile, transfiguring
The trees, the sea, the world, with heaven's light.
Behold Jerusalem! Behold the King,
Whose edict is, "Here shall exist no night."

Father, I thank Thee, humbly bow my head:
May I be worthy of my daily bread.

Margery Todahl Blokhine

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