July 11
Companions of the Way (Evening)Their soul shall be as a watered garden, and they shall not sorrow any more at all.
AND now my grief I see Was but that ancient shadow part of me,
Not yet attuned to good,
Still blind and senseless in its warring mood,
I turn from it and climb
To the heroic spirit of the prime,
The light that well foreknew
All the dark ways that it must journey through.
Yet seeing still a gain,
A distant glory o'er the hills of pain,
Through all that chaos wild
A breath as gentle as a little child,
Through earth transformed, divine,
The Christ-soul of the universe to shine.
"A. E.,"
The Divine
Vision
A CHARACTER