Poem February 24, 1940 Issue

Patmos

GRACE NIXON STECHER

The Isle of Patmos was a lonely isle,
Sparse in its beauty, tree, and singing bird,
Where only rocky silences were heard.
Yet John, when banished here by Satan's wile,
Pierced through the barrenness to God's own smile.
Then all that place was radiant with God's Word,
And all the rocky silences were stirred
By this still greater silence for a while.

The Isle of Patmos was a lonely isle,
Yet John found here the comradeship of heaven,
The all-encircling consciousness of peace.
We will not fret if for a little while
We suffer banishment. Light will be given
And from earth's barrenness will come release.

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