Tuesday, October 1, 2013

October 2

DARKNESS and light are both alike to Thee:
   Therefore to Thee I lift my darkened face;
Upward I look with eyes that fail to see,
   Athirst for future light and present grace.
   I trust the Hand of Love I scarcely trace.
With breath that fails I cry, Remember me:
   Add breath to breath, so I may run my race
That where Thou art there may Thy servant be.
For Thou art gulf and fountain of my love,
   I unreturning torrent to Thy sea,
      Yea, Thou the measureless ocean for my rill:
      Seeking I find, and finding, seek Thee still:
And oh! that I had wings as hath a dove,
Then would I flee away to rest with Thee.

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