For you—is the tide far out
And the look of life
A half day's sighing into night?
Be comforted.
The promise is for you.
For you, fulfillment,
Feeling of watchful love,
Power of renascent law
To bring the separated
To the reunion.
If you remember the ancient time,
It was for you,
The moving, lighted cloud upraised
And burning.
But wasn't it hard the turning?
Wasn't the substance of light uncertain,
Promise and land unvisible,
The dark now of hardship safer?
But you turned,
The separated to the reunion.
For you—
This day's discovery is in Science,
An instant transit, if you will,
Through theories of separate mind and body,
Disease-disturbed, or starved of harmony,
Or heart or home so atomized by hate
That propaganda speaks a virtue of division.
Transit is yours in stillness, blending,
One with ever-present Mind,
And with the awakened Christ in you, the mending.
