Poem November 11, 1985 Issue

Gratitude for my teacher

JOAN FRANCES SEYMOUR WOOD

She told me about You, God. She knew You.
And I was still, and satisfied.
My heart no longer cried
For peace and Love and glory of Life
That was away somewhere
But never really there
Where I was.

When she took each book
And confidently, simply, explained things—
I thought of Jesus, breaking up the bread,
And I was still, and knew that You
Are God.

Thinking about You every day,
I found she'd taught me how to pray.
And You are here, where I am.
And everywhere. God—everywhere.

Thank you, Father, for answered prayer.

JOAN FRANCES SEYMOUR WOOD

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