The Poetry Corner

Miracles.

By Jean Blewett

Love met a worldling on the way, And softly crept into his breast. Straight Self and Greed refused to stay Where Love had dared to make his nest. Love met a mourner on the road, And said: "I'll bear thee company." Full soon the mourner lost his load Of grief, and care, and misery. Into a grim and cheerless home Love forced his way through barriers tall; Fled wretchedness, and chill, and gloom - The golden sunshine flooded all.