DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



as they refract the smile or frown of the never-failing 

 if hidden sunshine. 



One summer day I watched the silent race across 

 the azure span, watched where a thickening nothing- 

 ness came and took a form, and grew T , and whitened 

 out the blue, then saw the glistening snow-white rim 

 grow thin and grey, the wispy shadows of the filmy 

 threads dissolve and vanish into blue again. Before 

 my eyes they came from nothing into something and 

 were gone to nothing once again. And more than 

 fancy seemed to speak to me and tell me (what within 

 my soul I knew) how some day, when life has freed 

 itself from its cumbrous case of clay, 



in God's good care 

 Somewhere within the blue, 



we too shall come and go at will, our spirits ride at 

 rest to far beyond the uttermost limit of that blue 

 home, and there begin to solve in part the mysteries 

 of the Infinite. 



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