LORD, We thank Thee for Thine inward voice,
Which ever and again calleth us away from the clamor and dusty strife of this life
Into the cool, quiet groves of eternity.
We thank Thee that close around us,
Ever pressing in upon our dim brains,
Is Thine eternal world, full of peace and joy.
We thank Thee that a hundred times a day
We may take refuge therein,
Feel Thy cool fingers soothing our fevered foreheads,
Look steadily into Thy quiet eyes,
Drink in unto our souls from that gaze
The strength and peace of eternity - Amen.
-- JOHN S. HOYLAND
Photograph by Gordon Parks, Life magazine archives, 1953
Photograph by Gordon Parks, Life magazine archives, 1953
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Wow. What a terrific meditation this is. And that photo is just incredible ... December '53. I was about 10 months old then, and was probably kissing away on my own mother.
ReplyDeleteThanks for these wonderful dailies.
Candace