November 2
Companions of the Way (Morning)There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?
DIM image from far glory caught, Fair type of fairer things to be, The true home rises in our thought, A beacon set for men to see.
Its lamps burn freely in the night, Its fire-glows unchidden shed Their cheering and abounding light On homeless folk uncomforted.
Each sweet and secret thing within Gives out a fragrance on the air,— A thankful breath, sent forth to win A little smile from others' care.
The few, they bask in closer heat; The many catch the farther ray. Life higher seems, the world more sweet, And hope and Heaven less far away.
So the old miracle anew Is wrought on earth and proved good, And crumbs apportioned for the few, God-blessed, suffice a multitude.
SUSAN COOLIDGE
A HOME
God is the Lord which hath showed us light.