Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

Trust - Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

I am thy grass, O Lord!
I grow up sweet and tall
But for a day; beneath Thy sword
To lie at evenfall.

Yet have I not enough
In that brief day of mine?
The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff
The sun pours out like wine.

Behold, this is my crown;
Love will not let me be;
Love holds me here; Love cuts me down;
And it is well with me.

Lord, Love, keep it but so;
Thy purpose is full plain;
I die that after I may grow
As tall, as sweet again.


Comments about Trust by Lizette Woodworth Reese

  • (5/19/2014 10:57:00 AM)


    Hmmm...is the poet saying she's a believer that death is but a rebirth? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011



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