I walk down the Valley
of Silence
Down the dim, voiceless
valley~alone!
And I hear not the
fall of a footstep
Around me, save
God's and my own;
And the hush of
my heart is as holy
As havens where
angels have flown.
Long ago
was I weary of voices
Whose music my heart
could not win,
Long ago was I weary
of noises
That fretted my
soul with their din,
Long ago was I weary
of places
Where I met but
the human~and sin.
And I toiled on,
heart-tired of the Human,
And I moaned midst
the mazes of men
Till I knelt, long
ago, at an alter
And I heard a voice
call me. Since then
I walk down the
Valley of Silence
That lies far beyond
human ken.
Do you ask what I
found in the Valley?
Tis my trysting
place with the Divine,
And I fell at the
feet of the Holy
And above, a voice
said: "Be mine,"
And there rose from
the depths of my spirit
An echo: "My heart
shall be thine."
Do you ask me the
place of the Valley,
Ye hearts that are
harrowed by Care?
It lieth afar between
mountains,
And God and His
angels are there:
And one is the dark
mount of Sorrow,
And one is the bright
mountain of Prayer.
Abram
J. Ryan
 
    
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