Poetry

By Muriel Jenkins Heal


The Nurturing

Sweet child,
delicate as a captured
note of windchime,
your spirit
is sent to be nurtured
by the fresh air of truth,
crystal and transparent in the earth.
We breathe a pureness
in your presence, your warmth
and light, and pray
as we look beyond daybreak
that time and love’s craft
shall be enough to gather
the lyrics of you and compose
a noble poem unto our God.

Let Us Not Wait

Oh Savior,
I live for the day
When every knee shall bow.
As I kneel, let me hear
All creation proclaim thy divinity.
But let us not wait
For that glad day.
Rather, give us the wisdom
To live that moment
Today.