TWO POEMS FOR SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS

Growing Old Let me grow lovely, growing

old - -

So many fine things do - -

Laces, and ivory, and gold,

And silks need not be

new;

And there is healing in old

trees,

Old streets a glamour hold;

Why may not I, as well as

these,

Grow lovely, growing old?

-Karle Wilson Baker

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PRESCRIPTION FOR LONELINESS

Art thou lonely, O my

brother?

Share thy little with another!

Stretch a hand to one un-

friended,

And thy loneliness is ended.

-John Oxenham

Thank you to Charlotte and Ginger for bringing us Spiritual Sundays.