Poem April 15, 1944 Issue

"In my Father's house"

DOROTHY DOYLE BATTEN

Are you afar from home, beloved one,
Lost in a strange land, dark with night and storm,
Mourning remembered hearthsides bright and warm,
Yearning to know the fearsome journey done?

O loved of God, take heart. For one brief space
Pray to awaken. See! A quickening gleam
Of light floods all the pictures in the dream,
Engulfs the shadows, leaving not a trace.

Now—in this instant—you can see at last
That you have never left your Father's home.
Into the haven of Love no fear can come;
Love holds you safe, all dream of peril past.

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