Poem January 12, 1946 Issue

Emergence

MILDRED KENDALL

Now that your tears are spent
And only this dark weight of grief remains
Uncomforted by tender word or offered hand,
And solace seems an alien tongue,
Turn thought to God.
Take off your sandals, and unshod
Your feet will be on holy ground,
Where angels bring release.

His presence goes before your face.
Unclasp your bands, and with your willing
Hand in His be led along the brighter way
That Love has made
To light you to His radiance.

Now of His flock you are;
And of His fold, rejoicing, free,
The one you love.
Together you are loved of God.
Be comforted. The deathless man knows
Only Life, now and eternally.

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