* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *


Amid the firing and moaning

In valley and on hill,

Christ walked between the trenches

Commanding, "Peace, be still."

He spoke to the wounded and dying,

The sick in body and soul

Who yet had a vision of heaven,

"Thy faith hath made thee whole."

He went to the hungry and thirsty

And gave to them food and drink.

He came to the thoughtless and selfish

And brought to them Time To Think.

He spoke to the wild and the wicked

As He had done before,

"Neither do I condemn thee,

Go and sin no more."

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