Poem June 10, 1950 Issue

RESURRECTION

Helen M. Mullin

The day was gray, my heart was sad.
And in that hour of separation
The joy had gone, and on ahead
I could see only desolation.

Yet not for long could error stay
To claim my heart its habitation;
Humility had found its way
And brought a higher liberation.

Humility, the open door
Through which Love floods its exaltation,
Admitted peace that more and more
Purged me of grief's intoxication.

Thus purified, the mounting sense
Beheld the light of Love's prediction.
In joy my heart was satisfied;
I heard the Father's benediction.

Helen M. Mullin

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