Poem August 22, 1953 Issue

THE COMFORTER

Sylvia Joan Albery

Is the night long?
Does the inspiration that you seek
Seem like a mountain height
Obscured by mist,
The way to the summit
Rugged and hazardous
Over stones and rough paths?

I am with you now,
The Comforter whispers.
My presence clears the darkness,
Banishes doubt with the dawn light of joy,
Lifts your faltering feet
To walk with springing steps
In strength and certitude.

Turn to me now,
The tender voice tells you.
I open your eyes anew,
Till you perceive
No mountain height afar—
For you are there
Established on the peak,
Victorious and at home.

Sylvia Joan Albery

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