The mother's soul leaned to Him—
for help—
unconsciously she had helped Him—
on that night of beauty in the mountains—
when below—the world was being torn—ravaged—
The noise of battle died away from Him—
He heard only the prayer—
the soft breathing of the child and the whispering of
the trees—
He gathered the mother's prayer into His heart
and blessed her as He walked away
Yes—men were worthy—
this hysteria of war would pass
Peace and love would come.