[Written for the Sentinel]

Revelation

One misty morn the throes of mortal thoughtEncircled me about as bands of steel,Which tore the very fiber of my soul.I wept, and bowed my head in fervent prayer;And lo, a "still small voice" beside me said:Look up! Have faith! For Christ is ever here.And as this truth within me slowly dawned,A calm sweet peace stole in upon my thought,I stepped unshackled forth into the light,The image of God's perfect man revealed.

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November 29, 1930
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