June 5
Companions of the Way (Morning)His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of His praise.
BREATHING the summer-scented air Along the bowery mountain way, Each Lord's day morning I repair To serve my church, a mile away.
Young flowers are in my path. I hear Music of unrecorded tone: The heart of Beauty beats so near, Its pulses modulate my own.
I merely walk with open heart, Which feels the secret in the sign: But, oh, how large and rich my part In all that makes the feast divine!
Sometimes I hear the happy birds That sang to Christ beyond the sea, And softly His consoling words Blend with their joyous minstrelsy.
Sometimes in royal vesture glow The lilies that He called so fair, Which never toil nor spin, yet show The loving Father's tender care.
And then along the fragrant hills A radiant presence seems to move, And earth grows fairer, as it fills The very air I breathe with love.
And now I see one Perfect Face, And, hastening to my church's door, Find Him within the holy place Who, all my way, went on before.
HORATIO NELSON POWERS
LOVE ENCOMPASSING