By, Ruth Harms Caulkin
The Day is long
and all that I must do
too much for my small strength.
When at length
the day is through,
shall I find
I failed to tap
the Infinite Resources
forever open to the weak
who seek?
Shall I die
regretting
not getting?
Shall Joy
weep
for my sake
-- who would not
take?
Love this poem, Suzanne. It's very thought provoking--!!!
ReplyDeleteLoved reading about Nelson! You and Joe are the heros too.