Poem July 9, 1932 Issue

Communion

BEATRICE CLAYTON

As the chime of the golden bells,
When Aaron entered the Holy of Holies
In the ancient Hebrew tabernacle,
O'er listening silence, purest melody—
So is love divine within the heart.

As the glow of the golden lamps,
Which burned through the night within the
sanctuary

Of the great temple at Jerusalem,
In darkest hours, a radiant, vital flame—
So is love divine within the heart.

As the sweet-smelling incense rose
Within the holy place day after day,
So rises wordless gratitude and praise,
Sweet savor of unceasing silent prayer,
From consciousness where love divine abides.

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