May 2
Companions of the Way (Morning)Say "Peace be to this house," and if the Son of Peace be there, your peace shall rest upon it.
THY house hath gracious freedom, like the air Of open fields; its silence hath a speech Of royal welcome to the friends who reach Its threshold, and its upper chambers bear, Above their doors, such spells that, entering there, And laying off the dusty garments, each Soul whispers to herself: "'Twere like a breach Of reverence in a temple could I dare Here speak untruth, here wrong my inmost thought. Here I grow strong and pure; here I may yield, Without shamefacedness, the little brought From out my poorer life, and stand revealed, And glad, and trusting, in the sweet and rare And tender presence which hath filled this air."
HELEN HUNT JACKSON
A HOME