Katharine Gilliard; Crisis, March 1916

Just a little tired, waiting
Through the night
For the new day to be breaking
Into light.Just a little tired, yearning
For the blest
In the land of no returning
God–and rest.

Just a little tired, trying
Yet again–
To smile and cease the crying
Through the pain.

Just a little tired, bending
‘Neath the rod,
Though the rough, break way is wending
Up to God.

Just a little tired, facing
Blows that fall
Unexpected; tired placing
Trust in all.

Just a little tired, falling–
Blund’ring here.
Ideals gone beyond recalling
Friends once dear.

Just a little tired, waiting
Through the night
For the new morn to be breaking
Clear and bright.