Poem May 15, 1948 Issue

THE REAL MAN KNOWS

Jean Marie Sibley

Thy valley may seem desolate and bare.
An arid place, a land where nothing grows
But hateful weeds, and fruits of dark despair.
But this is not the truth. The real man knows
That he, the child of God, eternal good,
Dwells, comforted, within His secret place.
He knows the tender father-motherhood
Of Love enfolds him in divine embrace.
And knowing this, that error is a dream.
We shall from gloom and grief obtain release.
The clouds that made our pathway black as night
Shall vanish in the ever-widening beam
Of Truth, and springs of gladness shall increase;
And darkness shall give way to glorious light.

Jean Marie Sibley

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