Sitting in the Hesper Friends Meeting House with friends meeting for a memorial service for Bob Street. Thought of these words from Whittiers Poem The Meeting. And so, I find it well to come For deeper rest to this still room, For here the habit of the soul Feels less the outer worlds control; The strength of mutual purpose pleads More earnestly our common needs; And from the silence multiplied By these still forms on either side, The world that time and sense have known Falls off and leaves us God alone. God should be most where man is least So, where is neither church nor priest, And never rag of form or creed To clothe the nakedness of need,-- Where farmer-folk in silence meet,-- I turn my bell-unsummoned feet; I lay the critics glass aside, I tread upon my lettered pride, And, lowest-seated, testify To the oneness of humanity; Confess the universal want, And share whatever Heaven may grant. He findeth not who seeks his own, The soul is lost thats saved alone. Not on one favored forehead fell Of old the fire-tongued miracle, But flamed oer all the thronging host The baptism of the Holy Ghost; Heart answers heart: in one desire The blending lines of prayer aspire; Where, in my name, meet two or three, Our Lord hath said, I there will be!
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 04:37:54 +0000
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