THOUGHTS
(Second-prize Poem) When your brown eyes are filled with dreaming, friend. I know that you are thinking as you lie Amidst the sunlit grasses “How the sky Rises to nothingness, and has no end: llow delicate the misty clouds And I Think just the same as you are thinking, friend. Seeing the starry blossom, and the wings. Of pale new butterflies, you wonder You do not shout aloud to the wide sky For love of them . . . You think, “These wondrous things Are mine . . . and God’s . . .” And so, my friend, do I. But sometimes in the dreaming of your mind You wonder vaguely, “What is God to me? He made the earth; they say that He is kind . . . But I would rather worship Sky and Sea.” And so, friend, as I sit beside you here, I wonder what your dreaming eyes will do. If I tell what is in my mind, to you . .. Deep in your heart, you know that God is near. “Look to your thoughts,” is what I ask of you, For every thought is heard in Heaven, my dear. —Harvest Moon (Alma Chamberlain).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 931, 26 March 1930, Page 14
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186THOUGHTS Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 931, 26 March 1930, Page 14
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