I feared to take the way, it seemed to be
Too dark without a guide or crossroad sign.
I hesitated long. Then wondrously
A light broke forth in darkest solitude,
Thrown by a stream of golden gratitude;
And there I saw wide arms awaiting me,
Gently persuasive, comforting, divine,
Pointing the pathway I had prayed to see.
Poems
THE WAITING HOUR
From the June 1932 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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