Help Divine

When ere I need,
Some help divine.
To soothe this troubled,
Soul of mine.

I need not travel,
Very Far.
To catch the rays,
Of yonder star.

I need not seek,
The brightest gleam.
To find that guiding,
Power supreme.

I only need to hold,
Faiths rod.
Then humbly kneel,
And talk to God.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Kim and Joe in Hamilton, New Zealand.