"And he had in his hand a little book open" (Rev. 10:2)
I fed on darkness, on my bitter husk
of hardened heart; yet, feeding, cursed the pain.
I heard no voices, had no one to trust—
could see nothing, nothing! But you came
with the textbook, with that little book,
with Science and Health held open like a shield.
"Here is bread" you whispered, and I took
it in my desperate hunger and was healed!
Now let me go to other shuttered hearts.
Now let me take that little book whose rays
can push fear's prisoning centuries apart.
"Friend, let us watch Love's sunrise" I will say.
