Everything you long for,
    Whether good or ill,
Shall at length be given
    If you have the will--
If you have the patience
    And are very still.

All is in the silence
    Waiting to be brought
Forth to form and substance
    By the Builder, Thought.
That is how God fashioned
    Everything He wrought.

Yet I often wonder,
    Looking at the earth
With its weight of worries,
    If God finds it worth
All the force projected
    Thinking it to birth.

Worlds and universes
    In the silence wait;
Yours the power to shape them,
    Either soon or late.
But be very careful
    How you form your fate.

Poems of affection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1920.

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