Poem March 30, 1987 Issue

Fruit of understanding

Margaret Singleton Decker

There came a day I understood
the often unquenched thirst
of heart, a seeming lack of good
from first things not put first.

I sought Love's pure benevolence
without Love's one condition:
"Thy will, not mine, be done, Lord." Hence
an absence of fruition.

The lesson learned, the blessings poured:
the heart to overflow
with endless goodness—seen, adored—
and all there is to know.

Margaret Singleton Decker

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