I WAS in Heaven one day when all the prayers Came in, and angels bore them up the stairs Unto a place where he Who was ordained such ministry Should sort them so that in that palace bright The presence-chamber might be duly dight; For they were like to flowers of various bloom; And a divinest fragrance filled the room. Then did I see how the great sorter chose One flower that seemed to me a hedgeling rose, And from the tangled press Of that irregular loveliness Set it apart -- and -- "This," I heard him say, "Is for the Master": so upon his way He would have passed; then I to him: -- "Whence is this rose? O thou of cherubim The chiefest?" -- "Know'st thou not?" he said and smiled, "This is the first prayer of a little child." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BATTLE OF QUEENSTOWN by WILLIAM BANKER JR. PSALM 101 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 148 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TAKE YOUR CHOICE: ACCORDING TO FRANKLIN P. ADAMS by BERTON BRALEY |