Poems
THEME/S
She seems but playing tennis—
The whole world is in that game!
A little ball she is striking—
What is struck is a huge white flame
Leaping across time's barrier
Between God's hush, man's heart,
And while the exchange goes speeding
The two shall never part.
In scoring the play's progress
The result of minds that move,
One word in constant usage
Is the mystic syllable "Love".
And the one high act repeated
Over and over again
By either side is "Service",
And it never is done in vain.
For, whether defeat or triumph
Is the end, each movement goes
Soulward: through this short pastime
Eternity comes more close!
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