Poem November 22, 1975 Issue

RAINY WEDNESDAY IN PARIS

(Testimony Meeting)

Richard Howard

Oh, you strangers, you travelers,
you lovers of the truth!
you who stood and, with humility profound,
shared with us your healings and your joys;
you who stood and told
of the sense of home you'd found
with us—there, that night with us—
I thank you.
I who at times
had listened to what my eyes
had told me was my home
and felt so far away.
"Thousands of miles of land and sea,"
my eyes whispered. "See how far you are;
see where you cannot be."

But one rainy night in Paris
you were there—
you strangers, you travelers,
you lovers of the truth—
a student from New Delhi, a Black from Chad,
Canadian, English, French, and Swiss,
American, German, Russian, Pole—
you, who feel man's completeness,
showed me my home, despite my eyes.
You felt it, saw it, sensed it, shared it—
shared my home with me,
helped me to see
that where you are, I am—
in God—
one family,
one home.

Richard Howard

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