Give me the cloak of gladness warmly lined
To wrap me when the gusts of sorrow blow—
Its depth can feel no sudden, arrowy wind
Of hurt or disillusionment; and oh,
Give me the sandals, wonderful and fleet,
Of selfless love—though hasting on my way,
I shall find respite in the lives made sweet—
I shall wear lightly my increasing day;
And for a headpiece, Lord, the helmet bright
Of understanding. Then nor moon nor sun
Will be, by darkness or by day, my light;
But this my light: I am with Thee at one.
Poems
RAIMENT
From the January 1935 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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