Poem September 8, 1956 Issue

THE WILDERNESS

Edgar Isaac Newgass

Oh , let us gladly tend and cultivate
Our little corner of the wilderness,
Uproot the weeds and briers that possess
The ground—the bitterness, self-will, and hate—
Sow gentle herbs of grace and then await
Their burgeoning that shall so richly bless
All who may pass that way with the largesse
Of universal love, compassionate
And wise.

Let us be still and know that where
It seems a desert, only God is there
With all the bounty of His love to meet
Our every need; that we are now complete
In Him, who every happy gift bestows.
So shall the desert blossom as the rose.

Edgar Isaac Newgass

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