Awhile ago, I found a gorgeous collection of poems in a lonely little book at a thrift store. It is called Poems That Touch the Heart, and is personally autographed by the compiler, A.L. Alexander. Its pages are brown and brittle, but the poems inside have meant so much to me and have been such lovely jewels for the day. Today, I thought I would share a few of my favorites….and maybe I’ll share some of the other gems at a later time. Hopefully you enjoy these as much as I do!
Faith (my absolute favorite poem from this book)
“I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I shall believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good to me;
And, though I weep because those sails are battered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
‘I trust in Thee’.
I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the still, white realm above;
I shall believe it is an all-wise Love
Which has refused those things for which I yearn;
And though, at times, I cannot keep from grieving,
Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing
Undimmed shall burn.
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
I shall believe the heights for which I strive,
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And, though I groan and tremble with my crosses,
I yet shall see, through my severest losses,
The greater gain.
I will not doubt; well anchored in the faith,
Like some stanch ship, my soul braves every gale,
So strong its courage that it will not fail
To breast the mighty, unknown sea of death.
Oh, may I cry when body parts with spirit,
‘I do not doubt’, so listening worlds my hear it
With my last breath.” -Ella Wheeler Wilcox
‘Tis a Little Journey
” ‘Tis a little journey
This we walk;
Hardly time for murmurs-
Time for talk.
Yet we learn to quarrel
And to hate;
Afterward regret it
When too late.
Now and then ’tis sunshine-
Sometimes care and sorrow
Leave their mark.
Yet we walk the pathway
Side by side;
Where so many others
Lived and died.
We can see the moral,
Yet we walk not always
Hand in hand.
Why must there be hatred?
Greed and strife?
Do we need such shadows
Here in life?” – Author Unknown
A Prayer For Every Day
“Make me too brave to lie or be unkind.
Make me too understanding, too, to mind
The little hurts companions give, and friends,
The careless hurts that no one quite intends.
Make me too thoughtful to hurt others so.
Help me to know
The inmost hearts of those for whom I care,
Their secret wishes, all the loads they bear,
That I may add my courage to their own.
May I make lonely folks feel less alone,
And happier ones a little happier yet.
May I forget
What ought to be forgotten; and recall,
That ought to be recalled, each kindly thing,
Forgetting what might sting.
To all upon my way,
Day after day,
Let me be joy, be hope! Let my life sing!” -Mary Carolyn Davies
Three Gates of Gold
“If you are tempted to reveal
A tale to you someone has told
About another, make it pass,
Before you speak, three gates of gold;
Theses narrow gates. First, ‘Is it true?’
Then, ‘Is it needful?’ In your mind
Give truthful answer. And the next
Is last and narrowest, ‘Is it kind?’
And if to reach your lips at last
It passes through these gateways three,
Then you may tell the tale, nor fear
What the result of speech may be.” -Beth Day