Footsteps

LAURA BOWLBY MASSEY

All through the night he prayed,
Wrapped in the thick darkness
And density of fear;
Prayed to be delivered
From gnawing pain and lack,
Beseeching the God of love
And infinite compassion.

Gently, as dawning day,
Soft crept into his heart
The warming rays of hope,
Melting away the fear
With expectancy of good—
Till, strengthened and uplifted,
He wondered at this balm,
For ne'er had he known hope
With promise of release.

Then, as indwelling hope
Beckoned to higher thoughts,
Angels brought pure desires
That asked not mere release
From ills that mesmerized—
If such release should bring
No purging of his dross;
Nay, he petitioned now
Only to learn to do
The pure and Christlike thing,
To have the holy joy
And bliss of helping others.
Lo, this newborn desire
So glorified pale hope,
That soon came brighter glow
Of firm unwavering faith.

E'en as he yearned to serve
Came prayer of affirmation,
Serene and effortless,
Inspired by hope and faith,
The prayer that knows the truth.

In answer to such prayer
Shone radiance glorious
Of Love's eternal sun,
Soul's government of sense.

And now the night is done,
For glory-swathed he stands
Touching the robe of Christ;
In his thoughts dominion;
Blazing upon his heart
The jewel of demonstration.

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