Sunset in December
God shifted sunset through a tree And so His love came down to me In colors I could understand. I never saw an April land Transfigured so with loveliness Beneath spring’s tenderest caress, As shone on cold December air That instant God was standing there. –1946, published by David C. Cook Publishing Company
Prescription for Pride
Carry defeat With a conquering air Les passers pity Lest strangers stare. Shelter sorrow In shimmering pride Les friends deplore Lest foes deride. But weep, weep well When you’re all alone Lest your heart congeal To a small stone. –Good Housekeeping, August 1946 –reprinted in Because It’s Here
Advice to Advisors
Never tell a soul in sorrow There are others hurt as he Never tell him sure tomorrow Shall supply his remedy. Say his grief’s unprecedented, Pat time’s healing to allay. Let him agonize, contented, While time steals the sting away. –Saturday Evening Post, September 1946