| Prayer at Timber-line (1921) by |
| from Poetry, June 1921. |
Prayer at Timber-line[]
Timberline Lodge, Oregon, 2013. Photo by Another Believer. Licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
Oh, that I could fashion words
As the wind bends the trees—
Could shape my lines as shining-bare,
As exquisite, as these
White branches of the writhen pine
Standing alone at timber-line!
Winds of life, blow stinging-free
Into my heart that’s waiting, still!
Beat on my words unceasingly,
And shape them to your stern white will!
This poem is in the public domain