Poem June 8, 1968 Issue

LET ME BE MINDFUL

Virginia Thesiger

Let me be mindful of God's splendor,
not only in those quiet half hours
plucked from the day between waking and rising,
from the silent room on peaceful evenings,
with books outspread.

But as I hurtle through the world,
race through that strident turbulence
of urgency and incidence,
let me so carry God's great glory
like a torch in my hand,
a sun in my face,
a flame in my heart,
that people turn in their tracks,
feeling the warmth of it,
catching the light.

O let my pillar of fire be seen
burning clearly in the confusion,
and not only in those quiet half hours
with books outspread.

Virginia Thesiger

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