To-days miracles

No miracles we say,
In wisdom held to—day;
We trust what we can see,
From mystery we'd be free?

Yet mystery is here
A part of us--so near:
The mind by which I'm taught,
How strange my very thought!

The earth is hard and cold,
No life can we behold;
In shroud of ice and frost,
All life is gone, seems lost.

Then Spring breathes out her song,
And serenades the throng
Of-life hid fast asleep,
In caskets frozen deep.

with breezes wet and warm
She kisses Earth's cold form,
Till here and there a stir!
And life has covered her!

Wet gazed as evening died,
Through space so wierd and wide,
At the sparkling dome of night
The crown of all God's might.

Oh Ghd, we think awry,
We blind our eyes and sigh,
"It is law holds stars in place,
And whirls them into space."

Just gravitation laws?
Can that explain the cause
For worlds that swing in space,
Till Time gives up the race?

Then who created law
That works without a flaw?
Our blindness is our curse,
who made this universe?

Oh God, help me to read
Thyself in star and seed;
And feel Thy power divine,
And worship before Thy shrine.

I'd recognize Thy power
In leaf and tree and flower!
"Thy still small voice", I'd hear
And know that Thou art near.

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Grace French Smith