[Written for the Sentinel]

Love More!

Love more!
The gentle words came clearly to my ear
From one who long had worked, and earnestly,
To free me from the thrall of error's chains:
The letter you have gained abundantly,
The one thing that is needed is to love.

Love more!
A cloud of dark resentment and despair
Came o'er me as the quiet words were said.
Did I myself not know the crying need?
Had I not searched and scanned the page in vain
To find the meaning of this call to love?

Love more!
And what was here to love? The past but held
Dark memories of joyless days and pain;
The present seemed so drab, no progress here;
No chance to serve, although desire was keen.
And still the clear call came: Child, you must love.

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"Abba, Father"
November 16, 1929

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