Poem November 29, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Revelation

LORETTA HANDKE

One misty morn the throes of mortal thought
Encircled 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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