Poem December 31, 1938 ISSUE

The Wilderness

ANNE H. BROGAN

I went into the wilderness that day,With heart bowed down and eyes so filled with tearsI neither saw nor knew I had but passedThe portal to the narrow way that leadsTo Life—abundant Life.But soon, ah, soon, the clearer vision came:The pulse of life throbbed full and free once more;New health, new joy, fresh hope and vigor sprang,And Life, eternal Life, enfolded meWith power, with joy and peace.O wilderness, the vestibule to Life divine!

I went into the wilderness alone;I thought the days of sweet companionshipWere gone—but, no—how softly, tenderly,The warmth and sweetness of Love's presence cameTo fill the empty hours.The wilderness leads on to heavenly views:Thought scales, with reverent joy, the nobler heights,And finds completeness in the sacred quest:Love satisfies the highest hopes of men,For Love is All-in-all.O wilderness, the vestibule to realms of God!

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