Poem July 3, 1954 Issue

LIGHT OF LOVE

Jean Hazel Allen

It is the hour of prayer.
The daystar's resplendent beam
points to the temple.
Entering the portal,
I pause
to unclasp my dust-laden sandals of sense
that I may walk unshod
within the inmost sanctuary,
drawing nearer, ever nearer,
to the great love of God.

Infinite One,
in the stillness of this holy hour—
this precious communion—
my thoughts, unveiled,
are lifted on wings of pure desire
seeking Thy light.
Alone with Thee,
as completeness unfolds
in ever-widening scope,
Love pours forth its all-pervading light!

Jean Hazel Allen

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