I’d thought the time of miracles was past,
Considering each a sort of ruse, or wraith
Instead of what it was, a proof of faith–
A faith so strong it can and will outlast
An age in which we mortals see how fast
And careless we can be. How out of place
In such a world as ours a Christian face:
God made so few, then threw away the cast.
And yet, the mold He’s able to retrieve
To use to make a Christian out of him
Who has the will to turn, and Christ believe.
How could He greater marvel ever limn,
How could He ever grander feat achieve,
Than change the sinner to the seraphim?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 25, 1943
