| Greetings, Below are some poems from the book "Gleanings" by Sis. Martha Zorcher, PGWM, Indiana (1929) Remaining Prayerful, Sis. Joyce |
| Reprinted from the Foreword and Dedication, Sis. Zoercher writes: By way of explanation , we would say that the poems, quotations and ceremonies in the pages tht follow are taken in great part from "THE EASTERN STAR," which, for almost half a century, has upheld the teachings of the Order of the Eastern Star. We do not quote any authors; in most cases we do not know who penned the lines. We lay no claim to originality and are only arranging these pages for reference and convenience, and with the hope that they will prove helpful. We are, therefore, dedicating this little book to the Worthy Matron, on whose slender shoulders rests the entertainment as well as the government of the chapter. Yours fraternally, Martha Zoercher |
| THE SORT OF FRIEND I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me I’d like to be the help that you’ve been always glad to be I’d like to mean as much to you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friends of mine, to me along the way. I’m wishing all the year around that I could but repay A portion of the gladness you’ve strewn along my way, And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me. Gleanings, pg 14 |
| The way we live It is the way we live, Not the way we talk, That the World will judge, Whatever we claim. Tis not the way we preach, But the way we walk That the World will praise Or the World will blame. Gleanings, pg 34 |
| TWO SISTERS Christ came after a weary day To visit Lazarus and to stay To dinner and refresh Him there, Where dwelt two sisters, sweet and fair. Long they harked to His golden word; The twilight note of a humming bird Warned Martha of the meal to brew, So to the kitchen she withdrew; She rattled the pans in a mighty style, Signaling Mary to help a while. In vain she sighed; nor would Mary budge To ease the load of the household drudge! For Martha, too, had longed to stay And hear what the Master had to say. But Mary was ever a girl to shirk And slip her out of the kitchen work. Hers were the gay, beguiling arts; With speech and song she soothed men’s hearts! So Martha, sullen, spread the board, While Mary, the gracious, cheered our Lord. Many a year, and many a day Have the sisters slept near Bethany, Waiting the tender touch of One Who waked their brother, years agone. Yet ever Marys and Marthas live, And to the world their best they give! And who shall define the finer part – She who can lift a tired heart When he comes home at the end o’ day To her song, her tricks, her laughter gay? Or she who, regardless of mind or mood, Slips to the kitchen and cooks his food? Gleanings, pg 66 |
| A Christmas Poem Its Christmastide. Let’s clean the slate Of every old-year grudge or hate. Let’s pin a sprightly sprig of holly Upon dull care and melancholy Let’s reach out friendly hands and grip Each other in warm comradeship. This worlds a pleasant place. Let’s smile In mellow retrospect awhile. Lets feign we’re young again, elate, With hearts attuned for any fate. Let’s sing the old songs, ever new, When we were heroes on review. Before the fairies yet had brought The stars and garters that we sought. Ah me, some gentles are not here Who glorified the yesteryear; Whose jocund jests and merry quips Were ever ready on their lips. Let’s sing the old songs, ever new, Then here’s remembrance, hale and true, To those forever passed from view. Lay wreaths of holly where they sat, And tender tears, remembering that It’s Christmas time. Gleanings, pg |
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