Poem December 15, 1962 Issue

OFFERING

Mae Tucker

Do streams of thought seem clogged?
Each effort prove a foil?
Is there ingratitude
For fruits of others' toil?
The source is deep and free
That all who will may drink;
But first to drain the cup
Is the necessity.
Then filled with unselfed love,
The offering will be
A draught to slake the thirst
Of tired humanity.

Mae Tucker

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