The Widow's Son

PERLEY A. CHILD

Through darkness to the underworld I sank,
And all the way was thronged with those who there
Made outcry, as of some long-dead despair,

That one again was come to join their rank.
Then you came. On a sudden I was 'ware
Of you, who drew me upward to the air.

Yet by what rites soe'er you made the soul
Quicken the body lying cold and white,
I know not; but I know a great delight

Ran through me, such as thrills the silent pole
When the aurora breaks the icy night.
And, Master! I cried, and leaned upon your might.

I saw a strong, grave face with smiling eyes,
And in a tender vision seemed to see
The quiet shores of sacred Galilee,

And hear a voice like silver citherns: "Rise,
Take up thy bed." Then healing fell from thee,
For lo! I knew the Christ was come with life for me.

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit