Poem November 16, 1987 Issue

A lesson from Hannah

Patricia L. Wilkin

He was your cherished child—
evidence of prayer.
And yet you left him there,
not unattended, to be sure—
Eli was beside him,
teacher and guide.

But it was to serve the Father
that you let Samuel go,
watched him outgrow
from year to year
the coats you made.

(I know—I sewed for mine.)

Listening,
he heard God's word
and answered.

At home, perhaps you learned
about that call.
Not surprised at all
they should be on speaking terms.

May I today release, in peace,
my own loved ones—
knowing they are there
within the temple
of His care,

listening—and
answering.

Patricia L. Wilkin

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