Poem March 28, 1931 Issue

Darkness and Dawn

MAUD E. FERRIS

Dark night on Galilee! Storm-driven clouds
Had veiled the silver moon, the shining stars,
The purple hills and lacy fringe of trees.

Great storm-swept billows rose and rushed and broke
In smothering foam around the little ship
Wherein the fearful, weary men had toiled
In rowing, many anxious hours, and made
So little way, till he, the Master, came,
Treading the raging waves in conscious power,
And leaving in his wake a shining trail
Of rippling silver radiance. And when,
Amazed and awed, they took him in, behold,
"The ship was at the land whither they went."

No time was needed for that journey strange;
No distance there remained to be traversed—
They had, in truth, arrived.

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