SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS

Here's another poem from the book I quoted from last week. There is a lot of good stuff in that old book. Hubby used illustrations from it in his sermons for many years. Now he uses poems from it in his blog from time to time.

You Never Can Tell

You never can tell when you send a word

        Like an arrow shot from a bow

by an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,

        Just where it may chance to go.

It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,

       Tipped with its poison or balm,

To a stranger's heart in life's great mart

       It may carry its pain or its calm.

You never can tell when you do an act

       Just what the result will be,

Bu with every deed you are sowing a seed,

       Though the harvest you may not see,

Each kindly act is an acorn dropped

       In God's productive soil;

You may not know, but the tree shall grow

       With shelter for those who toil.

You never can tell what your thoughts will do

       In bringing you hate or love,

For thoughts are things, and their airy wings

       Are swifter than carrier doves.

They follow the law of the universe--

       Each thing must create its kind,

And they speed o'er the track to bring you back

       Whatever went out from your mind.

          Ella Wheeler Wilcox