Poem August 19, 1950 Issue

HERE WHERE WE STAND

Harold H. Keniston

Here where we stand there is no death, no time,
No pain of heartbreak, loneliness, or grief,
As toward the light the rugged path we climb
Above the darkened valleys of belief.
Upon this mount we rise above our fears,
For time has ceased—eternity begun.
Here is no sorrow for the dust-wrapped years,
No grieving over duties left undone;
Here where we stand we hear the still, small voice
That bade the wind and hurricane be still;
Humble, expectant, now we may rejoice
That we can always know our Father's will!

Outstretched before us lies the promised land
From this inspired mount whereon we stand.

Harold H. Keniston

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