Poem January 24, 1948 Issue

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Mildred Kendall

Take heed, wayfarer, searching the rubble of old night
For a star. Songs are not born in the laden heart
despairing of light,
Nor rise to the lips that have not asked.

Though narrow is the way, the darkest night
Shall be light around your path;
Though strait the gate, it ever waits your hand
upon the latch.

Stand at the door, wayfarer, heart-ready;
Nor shall distress or hidden fear
Make feeble the sound of your knock.

How swift Love's answering glow!
For to seek is to have, to ask is to know,
And to knock is to enter your Father's house.

Mildred Kendall

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