She nursed an aged Mother and listened to her memories. A carefree childhood, a dream-filled youth; the bridal path, the valley of the shadow of death, motherhood and sacrifice; domestic bliss and love, pure as crystal waters; the agony of bereavement and the Peace of Time; success and failure, frustrate hopes and answered prayers; the parting with young sapling offspring and the prodigal return; once again, love, the altar, and grandbabies; darkness born of weakness; the passing of one’s mate; walking alone; the Wisdom of Age; approaching rest and thankfulness.

She spoke, too, of the joys of Labor, and of Friendship, and of Giving.

The Woman wondered and knew not that in all these glimpses of Reality were hidden the Face of God.

Dedicated To Every Seeking Soul. —Mrs. Freda Gursky

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LEARN to wait—life’s hardest lesson, Conned, perchance, through blinding tears. While the heart-throbs sadly echo To the tread of passing years.

Learn to wait—hope’s slow fruition; Faint not, though the way seems long, There is joy in each condition, Hearts, through suffering, may grow strong.

Constant sunshine, howe’er welcome, Ne’er would ripen fruit or flower; Giant oaks owe half their greatness To the scathing tempest’s power.

Thus a soul, untouched by sorrow, Aims not at a higher state; Joy seeks not a brighter morrow, Only sad hearts learn to wait.

Human strength and human greatness Spring not from life’s sunny side, Heroes must be more than driftwood, Floating on a waveless tide. —Anonymous.

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