[Written for the Sentinel]


There are those moments when the voice of God
Comes to our clouded thought in accents clear;
When our poor human striving for the best
Leaps out and up to claim the love of Love,
Returning not in empty loneliness.
Great inspiration, clad in such guise
That none need fear to touch the trailing hem,
Abides with us! Then as the mists disperse,
And wisdom reigns where faith alone held sway
Where old, fierce agonies of doubt and fear
Lie vanquished in the realm of false belief,
We find Immanuel! Lifted, we rise:
Glad demonstration, priceless peace and joy
Unspeakable, unique, too far removed
From human sight for human tongue to tell,
Are ours again! One glimpse of living light
Has proven, once, forever, God is here;
One gleam of understanding through the veil
Of prisoned thought, and all is fair within.
While faith's firm hand holds fast the gate of heaven
Through which we reach Love's wondrous harmony.

Right Methods
January 27, 1923

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