Poem September 9, 1967 Issue

SPIRITUAL ADVENTURE

David L. Horn

Come, go with me
Through Love's celestial arborway of life.
Above the swirling rush of days
Uplift your voice with mine in praise
Of Him whose way unites us,
Man and wife.

Come, share with me
The waking beams of twenty thousand suns.
A love reflecting Love each morning grows
Far sweeter than the heaven-scented rose
Or dewdrop-dappled daffodil
At dawn.

Come, pray with me
That we may know, when all is said and done,
We have not labored vainly in the field,
But burnt each tare, and harvesting the yield,
Give thanks.

David L. Horn

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