Re: The poetry of Philip Britts

FOR A CRADLE

When I have grown to strength of heart and mind,
Then let me still lie helpless on Thy knee,
Still raise my empty hands towards Thy face,
And let Thy love, alone, smile out from me.

I am but earth unless Thou work in me
And make my earth bear fruit in every part,
Wound me, then, deeply with Thy plough of love,
And let there be no fallow in my heart.

Philip Britts, 1940