A WOMAN'S PRAYER

God of the heaven and earth, Bring to the birth Soul of the man that I love; From the Above,

Send Him the light of Thy face; Grant to him grace, Brave in the battle, his shield Never to yield!

God of the zephyr and gale, That is a nail Holding the hand of my dream Hard to the beam!

God of the good Paraclete, Both of his feet Bleed while the sentinels toss Dice near a cross!

God of the magic of morn, Crimsoning thorn Crowns him! Oh, hark to his cry: "Sabachthani?"

God of the laughter and tear, That is a spear Stained with the red drops that start Under his heart!

God of the glamour and gloom, Into the tomb Low is he laid; see, a stone Leaves me alone!

God of the lily and vine, Is he not mine? Balms for his body I bear, Myrrh for his hair.

Love! who rolled the stone away? Bright as the day, Shineth thy brow, and thy face Gleams with a grace

Caught from the whispering wings Of One who sings: "There is no death!" Lo, the tomb Breaks into bloom!

God of a woman's wide love, Under, above, Over the earth there is light Sprung from the night;

Now is the heart of me filled, Soul of me stilled; Glad of Thy shepherding care, Answering prayer!