Poem August 24, 1957 Issue

THE TIDE OF LOVE

Robert Ellis Key

There is a tide
Of heavenly, holy knowing
Forever flowing
From a boundless source.
It knows no ebb and flow,
No time-set going,
But moves forever in its onward course.
All nature is embraced within its keeping;
All who are seeking find the golden shore.
The Christ is here to end the night of weeping
And draw us upward into heavenly law.

Robert Ellis Key

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