POETRY: For The Heart — poems

For The Heart — poems

The Human Touch

Spencer Michael Free

‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway.


The House by the Side of the Road

Sam Walter Foss

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by—
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears—
Both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by—
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish—so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s bar?—
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.


The Voice of God

Louis I. Newman

I sought to hear the voice of God,
And climbed the topmost steeple.
But God declared: “Go down again,
I dwell among the people.”


If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one lonely person
Into happiness again
I shall not live in vain.


A Prayer for Faith

Margaret E. Sangster

God, give me back the simple faith that I so long have clung to,
My simple faith in peace and hope, in loveliness and light—
Because without this faith of mine, the rhythms I have sung to
Become as empty as the sky upon a starless night.

God, let me feel that right is right, that reason dwells with reason,
And let me feel that something grows whenever there is rain—
And let me sense that splendid truth that season follows season,
And let me dare to dream that there is tenderness in pain.

God, give me back my simple faith because my soul is straying
Away from all the little creeds that I so long have known;
Oh, answer me while still I have at least the strength for praying,
For if the prayer dies from my heart I will be quite alone.

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