Poem November 14, 1953 Issue

REALM OF LIGHT

Jean Hazel Allen

"In the beginning God." At His command
chaotic darkness yields to primal cause;
the clouds are rift, and morning wakes the land;
the mist is lifted from blind eyes; the dream
forever ceases, with its spurious laws—
and to, primeval order reigns supreme!

Until it reached its zenith in the skies
o'er Bethlehem, where Wisemen marked the hour,
few, oh, so few, had seen Love's days tar rise.
But he who visioned Mind's omnipotence
loved its clear light and yielded to its power—
the human and divine coincidence.

Darkness again obscured the healing Word.
Devoid of light its message fell to earth,
leaving life's grandest symphony unheard.
To one with keenest spiritual sight
came the glad harbinger of the new birth—
the promised Comforter—to banish night.

In witness of divinely royal descent,
man knows his heritage and sovereign right
as son of God—heir to enlightenment.
No shadow dims his true identity.
Within the unobstructed realm of light
man walks a radiant path eternally.

The revelation stands complete, inviolate—
a lamp to guide our pilgrim feet to heaven's gate.

Jean Hazel Allen

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