Posted by History Student (188.8.131.52) on January 30, 2001 at 13:20:12:
When you despair of Spirit's mater plan,
When naught looks firm and the furture's rim is dark,
When all seems fallen from what once began
In greater joy, when nothing hits the mark-
Then is the time to know that all is well
Despite that all's not known, nor yet surmised.
Then is the hour, beloved one, to feel the swell
Of silent tides grow full, their sands surprised
By rising beachheads and advancing shoals,
The waves of your soul's future, O but see,
Carving a nearer path to long-sought goals.
Instead of self-bound lakes you'll have the sea-
Before you Love's Ocean, pure and deep and vast,
To carry you to joy beyond all past!
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