Though people seem to sit in darkness,
oft act as host to doubt and fear,
Day, unfoldment of spiritual being,
awaits the whole world's opened eyes—
its turning to Light.
Silhouettes of night dissolve
in the soft, warm glow of dawning Life.
In gentle, sure turning to Soul,
we see the Light, already there—
awaiting our newly wakened thought.
We have oil to fill our lamps,
to light the dark for fearful hearts:
Heaven-inspired prayer,
gentle word and touch,
patience with the woeful thought—
All consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
