I may not hear a clear call in the night
As did the youthful Samuel, but my ears
And heart are open and my eyes alight
That I can say, "Speak, Lord, Thy servant hears."
For there may come a whisper in the dawn
Like carillons from far celestial towers,
And listening, my soul could look upon
Earth's crests of grief as on a field of flowers
At morning. Like a canticle of peace
This call could ring the world in echoes tolled
To quiet spirit anguish, and release
Hope to the youth and comfort to the old.
A clear call or a whisper, let me heed--
Answer, "I hear Thee, Lord," then fill the need.
