[Written for the Sentinel]


I stand alone in shadows gray,As morning wakes to golden light;I stand alone with outstretched arms,To greet a day of promise bright.Alone? Not so; for pulsing throughThe silence that enfolds me here,There wells from out a myriad throatsA sunrise choral, full and clear.

I stand alone, in shadowed thought,Yet longing to behold the light;I stand alone, but listeningTo hear the voice of Truth aright.Alone? Not so; for in this hourOf seeming darkness, doubt, and fear,My heart renews its hymn of praise,That all-enfolding Love is here.

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