Poem January 11, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Awakening

ELENORA E. PIKE

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 through
The silence that enfolds me here,
There wells from out a myriad throats
A sunrise choral, full and clear.

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

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