Poem January 3, 1976 Issue

HOLD FAST

Hebrews 3:5, 6

Gerald Stanwell

Paul, who had rashly floundered, and mistook his way,
blinded by the light of innocence, found his own,
and there, in the humbled waiting thought, were sown
seedlings of faith that, over the years, were grown
into mountain strength.
To his friends at Thessalonica
he called, "Hold fast..."
knowing the need for prayerful vigilance.
But this holding's not with trembling fear;
it's like the grandeur of the mountain's clear
crest of victory, found in confidence—
"the rejoicing of the hope firm unto the end"—
with firmness made of Mind's security,
never wavering in adversity,
not looking for the transience of applause
but steadfastness awaiting Love's "Well done!"

Gerald Stanwell

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