I first noticed it shortly before the clocks changed
for the beginning of summer.
How the darkness tried vainly to cling to
bush
tree
house
hill.
How before the fingers of light crept into sight
A lone bird trill
foreshadowed dawn.
As light pushed back the darkness inexorably
the lone bird voice
was joined by others
in a chorus of praise
for the emerging day.
So it is with healing, I mused.
One lone expectant thought
holding to God's
goodness
perfection
love for all,
can push back the
darkness,
doubt,
fear,
pain and suffering,
until now-enlightened thought
awakens to
a complete view
of man's whole being
in God's care.
Then a full-throated welcome song joyfully greets
the "full radiance of a risen day."*
The darkness—
sickness,
sin,
death—
is gone,
since error's night
is always vanquished
by Truth's healing light.
Science and Health, p. vii. The whole sentence reads: "The wakeful shepherd beholds the first faint morning beams, ere cometh the full radiance of a risen day."
