IT WAS Saturday night and two children small
Sat on the stairs in the lighted hall,
Vexed and troubled and sore perplexed
To learn for Sunday the memory text:
Only three words on a gilded card;
“Love, that is easy — it means, why this
(A warm embrace and a loving kiss);
But ‘one another’ I don’t see who
Is meant by ‘another,’ now, May, do you?”
Very grandly she raised her head,
Our thoughtful darling, and slowly said,
As she fondly gazed at her dear little brother:
“Why, I am one, and you are another.
“And this is the meaning, don’t you see?
That I must love you, and you must love me.”
Wise little preacher! could any sage
Interpret better the sacred page?
“Love one another.” John 15:12.
ML-01/18/1970