Poem December 15, 1951 Issue

PETER AND THE TRUTH

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

When Andrew brought me to him years ago,
I loved him from the first and realized
That somehow here was truth. I grew to know
Where first, perhaps, I too much idolized.

It was, I think, the day we crossed the lake
To where the brown and gullied hills sweep down
From Gergesa that I came, more awake,
To see that evil really has no power,
That as a smile can brighten from a frown,
Can trouble be destroyed.

Within that hour
The wild storm fell upon us as we crossed.
Each one of us was desperately afraid;
We waked the Master, feeling all was lost.
His swift command made all the raging cease:
As quickly as if cut off by a blade
The winds and waves were gone and all was peace.