(To Rexford and Marjorie Sharp)
I gazed long at your portrait in the "Bard,"
And carillons of spirit-music rang.
From some far Temple came an organ-chord
Of peace. Serene and beautiful, you sang
A silent lyric healing to my soul,
Bidding me see, beyond the mortal whys,
A new horizon, ultimate truth its goal,
And view the glory of the Distant Rise,
Yet know: that now is of eternity;
Together we live here in the real realm
Whose portals open to the mystery
Revealing God is ever at the helm.
Together you illume the shadowed trail--
Within your eyes, the light that does not fail.
