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 that 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We do not quote any authors; in most cases we do not know who penned the lines.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

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

**Dedicated to Sis. Belinda Coleman, OES PHA
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

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
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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