Poems

In days of old Poets were renowned for expressing the heart and soul like none other could.  I can't say that I love every poem written or that I even understand them all.  But there is truly something stirring in verses from the heart and soul.  My favorite poet is Miss Adelaide Ann Proctor.  She lived in the 1800s and had a lot of influence under a pen name.  Her poems have stirred me for years and I am thankful that God saw fit to inspire her in such a way; so I am sharing one of her poems with you for Thanksgiving.  


Strive, Wait and Pray


STRIVE;  yet I do not promise
The prize you dream of to-day
Will not fade when you think to grasp it,
And melt in your hand away;
But another and holier treasure,
You would now perchance disdain,
Will come when your toil is over,
And pay you for all your pain.


WAIT;  yet I do not tell you
The hour you long for now
Will not come with it's radiance vanished,
And a shadow upon its brow;
Yet far through the misty future,
With a crown of starry light,
An hour of joy you know not
Is winging her silent flight.


PRAY;  though the gift you ask for
May never comfort your fears,
May never repay your pleading,
Yet pray and with hopeful tears;
An answer, not that you long for,
But diviner, will come one day;
Your eyes are to dim to see it,
Yet strive, and wait, and pray.