The Feel

Across the land,
There is a deep release.
The spirit comes a-stealing,
Responsive to the peace.

There is a mantle laid,
Upon the valley-wide.
A lulling of our cares,
Around the country-side.

There is a hallowed calm,
Within the starry heights.
That speaks of holy realms,
Far in the distant nights.

There is a sense of debt,
And a feeling unto men.
That even though...He came and died,
He yet will come again.


E.P. 1908 - 1989