A PRAYER ON MOVING
(For Preachers’ Wives)
Dear God, I do not know about Eternity— Just where it is or how will Heaven be, But this I pray—of wood or cloud or stone— Oh, let me have a little corner for my own! I’ve moved into so many houses in these years, Have scrubbed so many boards and chandeliers, So many sinks and pantries, tubs and kitchen doors, So many halls and porches, walls and kitchen
floors; And when each room was home and clean and
sweet The process in some other house I must repeat. I’ve lengthened curtains; made them shorter by
the hour; I’ve planted seeds and could not watch them
flower; I’ve planned a room with rugs and drapes to be
a lovely blue, Then had to move it all into a room of scarlet
hue.
Dear God, I do not know about Eternity— Just how it looks or how will Heaven be, But may I have a corner for my own I pray, And, please, may I not move—oh, let me stay!
Posted in Chapter Three
You may try to persuade yourself that this is an ordinary book — in order that you may find comfort in the persuasion - but you cannot do so and be fair to facts.