There will be less someday –

much less,

and there will be More;

less to distract

and amuse;

More, to adore;

less to burden

and confuse;

More, to undo

the cluttering of centuries,

that we might view

again, That which star

and angels

pointed to;

we shall be poorer –

and richer;

stripped – and free:

for always there will be a Gift,

always

a Tree!

from “It’s My Turn” by Ruth Bell Graham