Here is a poem which literally came to me. That’s just it. It came. Take it as you will.

Bright Calling

Ah! Do not fear, my dear one!

Here shun the shivering shape you have always worn,

Days borne down to death by beguiling guilt

That wilts the wonder in you to a want,

A haunt of hurts soon healed now barely guessed,

Which, dressed in dreams of dread, can never save.

Be brave and trust, my glory!

The story is not done which echoes, spoken

In broken phrases of spite and grief,

Its chief message of cheer mangled by malice,

A chalice, silver-chased, shattered into shards of deep despair.

But there! Look there, beloved bride!

Denied, the dawn comes on apace,

Its face not dimmed by doubt or death,

Its breath bringing sweetness to your weary way!

Oh! Stay your wandering steps and stand amazed!

Come! gaze on goodness, lost one, and let it love!

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