Poems (Carter)/The whitsun gift
THE WHITSUN GIFT.
My Father, yesterday I visitedA worldly Church, where neither middle classNor poor can find a welcome and a home.Today a letter comes, brim full of zealAnd faith in Christian Science giving factsWithin the writer's own experienceThat cannot be gainsaid, nor seeminglyExplained, except as proving God's own sealOf fruits—His blessing on the means employed.And everywhere I find these sealing fruits,And my poor mind is fain to ask the standThat Christ would have me take in things of faith,To give an answer clear to him who asks. Then to my memory come the words of Christ:"'Tis not for you to know, but power I give.To witness for Me thro' the Holy Ghost."This, then, my mission—trusting Him who knows,And knowing that "He doeth all things well,"To visit widows and the fatherless,Abide in Him, the meek of heart, and learnTo pray and strive for that for which He prayed:"That all our children may be one in Us."
Whitsun-day, 1914.