Poem June 2, 2008 Issue

WILDERNESS PROCLAIMED

MADELON MAUPIN MILES

I'll meet you in the vestibule—
That entrance hall, Spirit-filled,
Where sense kneels low to Soul
And earth's brash noise is stilled.

I'll meet you in the vestibule
 Wilderness: ... the vestibule in which a material sense of things disappears, and spiritual sense unfolds the great facts of existence (Science and Health, p. 597 )
For this you too have chosen.
In fact it's where we first did meet
When time itself seemed frozen.

For there we found those prophets past
On Isaiah's highway
 Make straight in the desert a highway for our God ( Isa. 40:3 )  and Moses' path,
Where holy hearts each seek His voice
And the meek, rewarded, sing, "Rejoice!"

Here, my friend, I'll walk with you,
Encouraging, calling, adoring that view
Where satisfaction alone does pour
And you and I walk through Her door.

—MADELON MAUPIN MILES

... know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge,
that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

—Ephesians 3:19

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