Poem February 18, 1961 Issue

THE SINGING HEART

Kathleen O'Connor

My heart is singing like a bird;
Thou, God, art All to me.
Not one false note, not one wrong word
Shall mar my harmony.

My feet are moving like a hind
With grace at Thy behest.
Reflecting omnipresent Mind,
Activity is rest!

My hands delight to do Thy will,
However small the task;
Let false ambition now be still—
To serve is all I ask.

The singing heart pours forth its love
In joy expressing Thee.
Oh, may my every action prove
That Thou art All to me!

Kathleen O'Connor

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