Poem December 26, 1977 Issue

DESIGN

Frances Motley Pray

No measures based on mortal laws,
No marring discords of decline,
Can alter symmetry of Truth
Or shift God's beauty of design.

His rhythm moves beyond the scope
Of lagging step or labored tread.
Its motion stems from hidden springs—
Its source, immortal fountainhead.

And Spirit's melody transcends
The muted tones of shadowed heart
Or stridency of disbelief
By resonance of flawless art.

Inviolate, ordained by God,
Life's music flows with perfect pace—
No jarring dissonance to mar
Its harmony of inner grace.

Frances Motley Pray

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